In the silent whispers of the night, we weave,
Threads of dreams that silently conceive,
Ambitions soaring high, beyond the skies,
Guided by stars, in their endless rise.

With every dawn, a new hope ignites,
Shadows of doubt, the heart bravely fights,
Through valleys of fear, we tread with grace,
Chasing the light, in our destined place.

The journey is long, the path unknown,
But in our soul, the seeds are sown,
Of courage, strength, and endless zeal,
For dreams and ambitions we feel.

So let us dare, with hearts so pure,
In dreams and ambitions, find our cure,
For in the pursuit, we truly live,
And to the world, our essence give.