Once, I was a kid with a spark in my chest,

Lost in the noise, but I gave it my best.

I built a mask to guard my face,

Spoke through silence, seeking my place.

Years rolled on, the climb was steep,

Some nights I'd fall, some nights I'd weep.

But from the cracks, a clover grew,

A sign of hope, a life renewed.

The battles I fought were shadows unseen,

A war with myself and the void between.

I questioned the path, I doubted the flame,

But I kept moving forward, and grew through the pain.

(Years rolled on, the climb was steep,

Some nights I'd fall, some nights I'd weep.)

Now the mask lies shattered, the pieces remain,

A story of growth, born out of the pain.

Through scars and shadows, I found my flame,

The dreamer I was, and the life I reclaimed.

Here I stand, where the roots run deep,

Clover blooms in the strength I keep.

Every fracture let the light shine through,

A symbol of hope, a life breaking through.