In the garden where dreams are sown,
Through toil and tears, theyâve grown.
With every drop of sweat and blood,
We rise above the darkest flood.
From whispers of the heartâs desire,
We craft our wings to soar much higher.
In the face of doubt and fear,
Our spirits blaze, the path is clear.
The summit calls, a beacon bright,
Through the trials of endless night.
Each step a testament to will,
A journey carved with iron skill.
So celebrate each victory won,
Beneath the breaking of the sun.
For in the garden of our dreams,
We find the strength in endless streams.