Forgotten Identity (Print)

In the depths of time, a forgotten identity,

Lost in the echoes of history’s infinity,

A name whispered by winds of obscurity,

Forgotten identity, a silent plea.

 

Once a tale told, now lost in the past,

A shadow of glory, too fleeting to last,

In the archives of memory, it’s cast,

Forgotten identity, fading fast.

 

Who were we, in the days of old?

A story untold, a legacy bold,

In the layers of time, our truth unfolds,

Forgotten identity, waiting to be told.

 

Lost in the shuffle of life’s grand parade,

In the rush of progress, our essence swayed,

Yet within us, a spark, unafraid,

Forgotten identity, in shadows laid.

 

But let us not despair, for within our soul,

Whispers of ancestors, a story to extol,

In reclaiming our roots, we find our role,

Forgotten identity, making us whole.