In the land where dreams are spun,
A tapestry of hope and sun,
Where voices rise in endless song,
To find a place where we belong.

From golden fields to city lights,
The promise shines in endless nights,
A journey carved in sweat and tears,
Through winding roads and restless years.

Yet shadows fall on dreams once bright,
As struggles weave through day and night,
But hearts still beat with fervent fire,
In pursuit of all they desire.

In unity, they forge ahead,
With dreams that never fade or dread,
For in this land, the dream survives,
A beacon where the spirit thrives.