In the quiet whispers of dawn’s first light,
Dreams awaken, unfurling their wings,
Through fields of doubt, in the pale moon’s sight,
A heart that strives, a soul that sings.

Each step a dance on unsteady ground,
Where shadows loom and hopes ignite,
The path to glory, where courage is found,
In the silent battles of the night.

With every fall, a rise anew,
The scars of time, the lessons learned,
In the tapestry of struggles, hues,
The fire within, forever burned.

As dawn embraces the horizon wide,
Triumph blooms in the morning’s grace,
Success, the echo of dreams supplied,
A testament to the unwavering chase.