You wear your formals, smile polite,
But your soul still dances in the night.
A singer’s heart, a dancer’s fire,
Still searching for her truest wire.
Others may glide, may get with ease,
But you, my girl, are made of seas.
Your heart’s too wide, your soul too vast,
To settle for a dream that won’t last.
You shine too bright for shortcuts small,
You’re meant to rise, not just install.
Don’t count your worth by speed or race,
But by the love you leave in place.
Baby, you’re no faded flame,
You’re playing life’s most honest game.
You’re not behind, you’re being grown
For a life that sings in your own tone.
You don’t just chase what comes with ease,
You’re made to stir, to move, to breathe.
To light up rooms, to love out loud,
To make your mark without the crowd.
God’s silence isn’t Him unkind,
It’s just the sculpting of your mind.
Not every gift comes wrapped and neat,
Some bloom beneath your own brave feet.
You question love, you doubt what’s right,
But still you wake and hold the light.
You laugh, you sing, you give, you try,
And teach the stars how not to cry.
So take your time, be wild, be free,
You’re more than roles the world might see.
You are a storm, a song, a flame,
And life will never be the same.
For every step, each dream you chase,
You leave behind a sacred trace.
You’re not just “good”, You’re rare, you’re true.
And I thank life, because it gave me you.
MA
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