In the quiet whispers of the night,
Dreams take flight on wings of light,
Guiding hearts through shadowed lanes,
Towards horizons where hope remains.
Beneath the moonâs gentle gaze,
Goals emerge from the morning haze,
Steps aligned with purpose clear,
Chasing stars through skies sincere.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Dreams persist beneath the sky,
Each challenge faced with courage bold,
In the stories of the dreams we hold.
As dawn breaks with golden hue,
Goals awaken, fresh and new,
With every heartbeat, every breath,
Creating paths that conquer death.