In the quiet whispers of the night,
Ambition stirs, a restless flame,
Guiding hearts with endless light,
Through paths unknown, seeking name.

Mountains rise, daunting and bold,
Yet we climb with hopeful stride,
Each step a story, a vision told,
In the soul’s relentless tide.

Stars above, a map to follow,
Dreams woven in celestial thread,
In the depths of hope we wallow,
Where endless skies and dreams are wed.

With each dawn, new beginnings call,
A tapestry of desire, vast and grand,
We rise, we fall, we give our all,
For ambition’s touch, a guiding hand.