In the quiet whispers of the night,
My dreams take flight with wings of might.
They soar above the stars so high,
And paint my hopes across the sky.

With every dawn, a new goal shines,
A beacon guiding through the pines.
Though paths may twist and shadows fall,
I rise again, I heed the call.

Through valleys deep and mountains grand,
I walk the road with heart in hand.
For in each step, a future gleams,
A testament to all my dreams.

So let the winds of fate be bold,
And carry me to dreams untold.
For in the journey, I shall find,
The goals that shape both heart and mind.