In the quiet dawn of yearning,
We sketch our dreams on skies of blue,
Each star a beacon, brightly burning,
Guiding us to hopes anew.
Paths we tread, both rough and golden,
With courage as our steadfast guide,
Hearts and spirits, never olden,
In lifeâs vast sea, we learn to ride.
Through storms and calm, our visions dance,
Etched in time, our goals unfold,
In every step, a second chance,
To grasp the dreams our souls behold.
Let not the shadows dim our sight,
For every dawn brings light anew,
In pursuit of goals, so pure and bright,
We find the strength to see them through.