the morning hums, a gentle call
i stand at the edge, afraid to fall
a cup in hand, or the dark unknown
life asks a courage all its own
to drink the warmth, to taste the day
is braver than just walking away
the shadows whisper, soft and cold
but living asks for more than bold
each small step, each rising sun
is proof that battles can be won
the cup steams gently, a tiny flame
and i choose the fight, i choose my name
