Me

walk with quiet in my chest,

not chasing noise, I choose what’s best.

White coat dreams and tired eyes,

long nights under hospital lights.

I don’t rush life, I learn its pace,

every scar becomes my grace.

I don’t need crowds to feel alive,

I build my future deep inside.

I grow in silence, I rise in prayer,

I carry storms but I don’t despair.

I don’t bend just to belong,

I stay soft… and still stay strong.

I’m not loud, but I am real,

every promise—hard-earned, sealed.

I grow in silence, that’s my way,

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

I choose the road that asks for more,

steady hands, a heart that swore—

to heal, to cut through fear and doubt,

to find the life I dream about.

Family first, that’s where I stand,

everything else slips through my hands.

No regret owns yesterday,

I take the lesson and walk away.

I grow in silence, I rise in prayer,

I carry storms but I don’t despair.

I don’t bend just to belong,

I stay soft… and still stay strong.

I’m not loud, but I am real,

every promise—hard-earned, sealed.

I grow in silence, that’s my way,

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

If the world forgets my name, it’s fine,

Allah knows every quiet line.

I’m not here to shine today—

I’m here to build a life that stays.