My story may have closed a door,
But still I have days to roar,
To rebuild and rise once more,
With zeal in my heart, and a story to explore.

My blood runs hot, with passion's fire,
The past may be gone, but the future's desire,
To make history with every stride,
And let my spirit be my guide.

With renewed energy, I take my stand,
And confess my truth, hand in hand,
With every step, a new path's laid,
And my story unfolds, in a brighter shade.