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Lost
Written by: Danseuse Dahliah Corder
Date: Thursday, April 20th, 2023
Addressed to: Everyone
These moments that shape us, define our path,
Through trials and errors, we learn to laugh,
And though our steps may falter and we may stumble,
We rise again, with newfound strength and humble.
For it's not the falls that define us, but how we rise,
And with each challenge, we grow in size,
Our hearts may ache, our vision may blur,
But we keep moving forward, never deterred.
As we journey through life's great expanse,
We may drift and wander, yet home remains a chance,
Open arms await, memories flit like snowflakes,
Guiding us through the waves and mistakes.
For we are never alone, there's always a hand to hold,
A comforting voice to guide us and help us be bold,
And when we feel lost, low, or in despair,
We need only to reach out, for someone's always there.
So let us embrace the moments that define us,
The highs and lows, the twists and turns that remind us,
That though we may not always be our very best,
We're always us, no more, no less.
Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 915 AF.
Lost
Written by: Danseuse Dahliah Corder
Date: Thursday, April 20th, 2023
Addressed to: Everyone
These moments that shape us, define our path,
Through trials and errors, we learn to laugh,
And though our steps may falter and we may stumble,
We rise again, with newfound strength and humble.
For it's not the falls that define us, but how we rise,
And with each challenge, we grow in size,
Our hearts may ache, our vision may blur,
But we keep moving forward, never deterred.
As we journey through life's great expanse,
We may drift and wander, yet home remains a chance,
Open arms await, memories flit like snowflakes,
Guiding us through the waves and mistakes.
For we are never alone, there's always a hand to hold,
A comforting voice to guide us and help us be bold,
And when we feel lost, low, or in despair,
We need only to reach out, for someone's always there.
So let us embrace the moments that define us,
The highs and lows, the twists and turns that remind us,
That though we may not always be our very best,
We're always us, no more, no less.
Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 915 AF.