As the clock strikes twelve, a new dawn breaks,
The old year fades, with all its aches.
Fresh hopes arise, like morning dew,
In the heart of night, dreams come true.

Stars above, whispering silently,
Guiding us to where we ought to be.
With each tick, a promise renews,
Of brighter days and skies so blue.

Resolutions made, written in the sand,
Carried by waves to a distant land.
With courage and strength, we pave the way,
For a journey anew, come what may.

In the embrace of January’s chill,
Our hearts are warm, with an iron will.
Together we march, hand in hand,
Into the future, a promised land.