In the quiet morning light I rise,
Chasing dreams beneath endless skies,
Each step a note in a symphony,
A dance of hope and destiny.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I carry whispers of the sky,
With every tear and every smile,
I find my truth in every mile.
The sun dips low, the shadows play,
And twilight sings the end of day,
Yet in the stars, my dreams align,
Guiding me on this path of mine.
As night enfolds the world in rest,
I hold the day within my chest,
Grateful for the lessons learned,
In every flame, my spirit burned.