I am like you
But not really
You could hold skies
Over my thoughts
From the prickly rain
You sewed dreams
To ward off redundant realties

I am your image
Not really
You are without shadows
Light becomes a part of you
You are the beacon
You are the derivation
The first word
The first step
The first idea
And before everything
The life itself

They said
I am your souvenir
But I know
That you have been
My gift since the day one
You wished for me
But I am blessed for that

I wouldn’t have been without you
But it’s not only about the beginning
It’s ‘bout every step
Every word
Every thought
Every moment of being
Founded on the day
You were born