In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
Lies the strength to walk a chosen pace.
With every breath and whispered vow,
We mold the future, starting now.
The path of discipline, narrow and true,
Guides the weary, gives them view.
Through trials faced and lessons learned,
A steadfast spirit is truly earned.
Like rivers carving through stone’s might,
Persistence turns darkness into light.
Each step a promise, each day a chance,
To perfect the rhythm of life’s dance.
In the dance of time and dreams we weave,
Discipline’s hand we must not leave.
For in its embrace, we find our way,
To craft tomorrow from today.