In the echo of a dream I used to chase,
I found a shadow of the truth I tried to face.

I paint my story with the colors you once dreamed,
Turning borrowed sparks into a fire of my own.

Every echo that shaped me, I carry it with pride,
Not as a shadow, but a step that lifts me higher.

I celebrate the art of taking what you gave,
Shaping it anew, letting it breathe again through me.

This is an homage — a reborn echo of the same emotion.

Paint the fragments you gifted into something newly born,
a homage reshaped, yet carrying the same emotion.