In the shadows of dreams where weary souls wander,
Children of travelers chase glimmers of wonder.
Years drift like whispers over valleys untrod,
With hearts full of stories and streets formed of sod.
Once vibrant were visions of futures unclaimed,
Now dust settles softly on the hopes that remain.
They sought in the echoes where golden dreams dwell,
Yet lost in the labyrinths of sorrow’s deep well.
A map unfolds gently, a guise worn with age,
In tongues long forgotten, it turns a new page.
Yet here come the children—bright-eyed with the dawn—
To reclaim what was lost, to redefine what’s drawn.
They, who once were the promise of tomorrow,
Have become the desolation of the past’s hollow sorrow.
Yet hope stirs anew in each syllable learned,
From the ashes of grief, a fierce fire is burned.
Through thick forests whispering of struggles and strife,
They carve out their futures with threads soaked in new life.
With courage as compass and dreams as their guide,
They’ll sail through climes shifting like waves on a tide.
Together they stand on this canvas of gray,
As children step boldly, while parents must stay.
The tales of the elders begin to fade in their song—
While young hearts must venture where their dreams lead them on.
Ambition beckons like an unexplored route,
With every breath taken, life’s truths resolute.
In laughter and heartbreak, each moment transcends—
The bittersweet tapestry that only time lends.
The blues paint their skies with colors yet known,
Interwoven with memories that carve out their tone.
Conflicted emotions dance under the stars—
Creativity blooms where despair left its scars.
So here’s to the journey from darkness to dawn;
Each footprint a promise—a brand new world drawn.
In channels of time where resilience takes flight,
Together they’ll forge it—the world made of light.