What’s my purpose, whispered low,
A seed of wonder, seeking to grow.
Through shifting days, through nights of rain,
The heart repeats its quiet refrain.

Is it to love, to heal, to guide,
To walk with courage, side by side?
Or simply breathe, and learn, and be,
A fleeting spark in eternity.

The answer hides in moments small,
In kindness shared, in duty’s call.
Not carved in stone, nor bound by fate,
But found in choices we create.

So ask again, and let it rise,
A living truth beneath the skies.
Your purpose waits, both near and far—
It shines in who you truly are.