I was the child of yesterday—
Unseen, unheard, alone.
No one to hold my trembling hand,
No place to call my own.

Now I stand a grown-up man,
Still quiet in the crowd,
Afraid to speak my heart aloud,
Afraid to feel too proud.

To love—
And be loved too.
To trust someone
Who sees me through.

I sit and watch the ticking clock,
The seconds slow and small.
No dream to chase, no path ahead,
Just waiting for it all.

But deep inside, a whisper stirs,
A spark I thought was gone.
Perhaps one day, the light will grow,
And I will carry on.