In the quiet dawn, we dream and rise,With eyes set upon the endless skies.Each step we take, a story unfolds,A tapestry of hopes, woven with gold.Through stormy nights and sunlit days,We carry on, in myriad ways.The mountains tall, the rivers wide,Our hearts as compass, with dreams as guide.In shadows deep, where doubts may creep,We find the courage, our souls to keep.The stars above, our silent friends,Whispering tales of paths that bend.With every goal, a seed is sown,A garden of dreams, where we have grown.And as we journey, we come to see,The goals we chase set our spirits free.