Sometimes dreams feel unreal,

like mist fading in the morning light.

Still, we dared to dream big,

even when we were scared

that, they might not come true.

We keep hoping, just to move forward,

because sometimes dreams are,

fragile, half-felt, half-believed,

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quietly waiting for their turn.

So we take small steps,

even when the path is unclear,

trusting that one day,

these quiet hopes will finally find their voice.

And when they do,

we’ll remember all the waiting,

and know

it was worth it.