Once again I try to write,
But the words feel lost inside.
My heart is full of dreams,
Some big, some small,
Some that feel so close,
Some that feel so far away.
I wonder if they will ever come true,
Or if they are only wishes
That live quietly in my mind.
Sometimes life feels like it is leading me another way,
And maybe that is how it is meant to be.
Still, I try.
Even when I feel afraid,
Even when I think it might fail.
I hold on to my dreams
And take small steps to make them real.
Every effort counts,
Every little try matters,
Even when the world is silent.
I do not know how long I can carry these dreams,
Or if some will break along the way.
Some may fall,
Some may fade,
But even the broken pieces
Teach me about hope, about courage, about life.
Being human means trying,
Even when it is hard,
Even when the nights are lonely,
Even when the path is unclear.
It means keeping faith
In what the heart believes,
And not giving up
Even if the way is slow.
I dream of a day
When my hopes will shine in reality,
When all the small steps
Will come together as something beautiful.
Until that day, I will walk with them,
Step by step, heart by heart.
Even if it takes years,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
Because trying, hoping, dreaming—
This is what makes life alive.
Even a small light in the dark
Can guide the way.
Even a quiet heart, holding on,
Can keep dreams alive.
And so I write again,
Even when unsure,
Even when the words tremble,
Even when fear whispers in my ear.
I write because dreaming
Is the only promise I can give myself,
And life becomes real
Only when I keep walking toward it,
No matter how long the road.
But the words feel lost inside.
My heart is full of dreams,
Some big, some small,
Some that feel so close,
Some that feel so far away.
I wonder if they will ever come true,
Or if they are only wishes
That live quietly in my mind.
Sometimes life feels like it is leading me another way,
And maybe that is how it is meant to be.
Still, I try.
Even when I feel afraid,
Even when I think it might fail.
I hold on to my dreams
And take small steps to make them real.
Every effort counts,
Every little try matters,
Even when the world is silent.
I do not know how long I can carry these dreams,
Or if some will break along the way.
Some may fall,
Some may fade,
But even the broken pieces
Teach me about hope, about courage, about life.
Being human means trying,
Even when it is hard,
Even when the nights are lonely,
Even when the path is unclear.
It means keeping faith
In what the heart believes,
And not giving up
Even if the way is slow.
I dream of a day
When my hopes will shine in reality,
When all the small steps
Will come together as something beautiful.
Until that day, I will walk with them,
Step by step, heart by heart.
Even if it takes years,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
Because trying, hoping, dreaming—
This is what makes life alive.
Even a small light in the dark
Can guide the way.
Even a quiet heart, holding on,
Can keep dreams alive.
And so I write again,
Even when unsure,
Even when the words tremble,
Even when fear whispers in my ear.
I write because dreaming
Is the only promise I can give myself,
And life becomes real
Only when I keep walking toward it,
No matter how long the road.
Don't let it push u instead push harder every day every minute every second think about it and one day the sun will rise and u will be in the top of mountain
