To the strays who refuse the given path,
Who bear the weight of what they can’t explain
Who face the cold of others’ aftermath,
And smile at those who cannot see their pain.
To those who gaze where light and darkness blend,
Who search for more though finding may not come
Misread, misjudged, misplaced around each bend,
Yet never silenced, never truly numb.
To the outsiders, renegades, and free,
Who dared to be the dream they were denied
Who gave up what the comfortable keep,
And walked the fringe with open, knowing eyes.
The edge was always where you had to be.
You found enough in what you dared to seek.