In the stillness of dawn’s first light,
A whisper calls from depths unknown,
Guiding the heart through shadowed night,
Towards dreams that time has sown.

A path unfolds beneath the stars,
Where echoes of the past embrace,
With every step, the journey’s ours,
In search of purpose, we find grace.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The soul’s compass points the way,
In every tear, in every sigh,
A testament to hope’s bright ray.

As dusk descends, the quest remains,
A dance with fate, a gentle plea,
For in the end, what life sustains,
Is the purpose we seek, wild and free.