I was never meant to simply exist,
To pass through time, unnoticed, unseen.
I came to be more than a fleeting moment,
More than the spaces in between.
I am the light that refuses to fade,
The quiet storm, the untold story.
Not every soul is meant to be understood,
Some are simply born to carry glory.
And when I leave, let the world remember,
Not how long I stayed, but how deeply I was here.
For some lives are measured in moments,
And some in the echoes they leave behind.
