In streets paved with golden light, we tread,
With hearts full of hope, and dreams unsaid,
To find a land where freedom’s voice,
Sings promises, and we rejoice.

But shadows dance in the city’s glow,
As whispers of truth begin to show,
The dream we chase, so bright and grand,
Slips through our fingers like grains of sand.

We build our castles in the sky,
With each brick laid, a silent cry,
For in the land of liberty,
We seek a place where we are free.

Yet through the trials, we stand tall,
For even when we fear to fall,
The dream persists, both near and far,
A guiding light, our northern star.