In the quiet of the morning’s light,
When shadows fade and dreams take flight,
A whisper calls from deep within,
To rise again, let life begin.

The mountains high, the valleys low,
Are paths that teach us how to grow,
With every step, with every fall,
We learn to rise, to stand tall.

In moments dark when hope seems lost,
Remember strength is never tossed,
For in the heart where courage lies,
The fire burns, it never dies.

So take the hand of time and grace,
Embrace the journey, embrace the race,
For life is but a fleeting show,
With endless paths and dreams to sow.