I’m building bridges out of broken days,

Stacking hope on every prayer I raise.

Not chasing love, but letting it bloom,

When the right heart walks into my room.

It’s not just wishing on falling stars,

It’s healing the past and all its scars.

I’m not rushing fate or watching the clock,

I’m just shaping myself, solid as rock.

One day she’ll come — soft smile, strong light,

And I’ll be ready, with my soul held tight.

Because this leap of faith, though I can’t yet see,

Is worth every step it’s taking to be me.