We wake with ache behind our eyes,
Yet chase the light that paints the skies.
We laugh through tears, and speak through pain,
And dance beneath life’s broken rain.

We lose ourselves in city streets,
In crowded trains and worn-out seats.
But even in the rush, the blur—
We find a spark, a glimpse of her.

The kindness in a stranger’s smile,
The friend who sits with us a while,
The late-night talks, the fights, the scars—
We’re galaxies disguised as stars.

We’re bruised, but we are not destroyed.
We’ve loved, we’ve left, we’ve been employed
By hope itself, that stubborn flame
That whispers, “Still, you play the game.”

So here’s to us—the flawed, the true,
The ones who fall, then rise anew.
The ones who keep their hearts alive—
Not just to live, but to survive.