I carved my name on shifting sands,  
Believing I’d etched a legacy.  
But the waves came, erased each line,  
And left me adrift on a restless sea.  

The words I spoke, like shattered glass,  
Wounded hearts I never meant to bleed.  
Now silence is my only friend,  
A witness to the pain I breed.  

I chase the past through endless nights,  
Haunted by the ghosts of deeds.  
If only I could turn back time,  
To mend the wounds and plant new seeds.  

But all that’s left are whispered sighs,  
Echoes of a soul that pleads.