In the cradle of dreams, where visions ignite,
Success whispers softly, a beacon of light.
Through valleys of doubt and mountains so steep,
It calls to the brave, to rise from their sleep.

With sweat on their brow and fire in their heart,
They conquer the shadows, refusing to part.
Each step is a melody, a note in the air,
Composing a symphony, bold and rare.

The path may be rugged, the journey severe,
But courage and passion transform every fear.
In the tapestry woven with threads of desire,
Success finds its home in the soul’s burning fire.

So onward they march, with dreams held high,
Beneath the vast expanse of the limitless sky.
For those who dare to strive and to seek,
Success is the language that all hearts speak.