Dear younger me,
I can't say we have made it yet,
But I would be lying if I didn’t say
We have made immense strides, in that direction.
Through storms we stood, in silence we grew,
With every fall, we found something true.
The dreams you whispered, scared and small,
We’ve chased them boldly, some we caught all.
We’ve loved, we’ve lost, we’ve dared to try,
We’ve asked the stars and questioned why.
Yet here we are—another year,
With scars that shine, not disappear.
So raise a glass, for what we’ve become,
Still on the road, but far from where we’re from.
When i say Happy Birthday,
What am truly saying is
We still growing strong, regardless of the odds.
