In the quiet hours before dawn’s first light,
Whispers of ambition stir the night,
Dreams woven with threads of endless might,
The heart beats strong, ready for the fight.

With calloused hands and a determined gaze,
Each step forward through the daunting maze,
Sweat and toil become the price we pay,
For visions of glory that never sway.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit soars, reaching for the sky,
Each challenge met with a fervent cry,
For hard work never lets dreams die.

And when the sun sets on a day well spent,
With weary limbs and a heart content,
The fruits of labor bring a sweet lament,
For in hard work, true life’s essence is bent.