In the quiet hours before dawn’s first light,
The world still slumbers in its gentle rest.
Yet here I stand, with dreams held tight,
Driven by the fire within my chest.

Each step I take, though heavy it may seem,
Carries the weight of aspirations high.
Through storm and calm, I chase my dream,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky.

The road is long, with trials at each turn,
A path of effort, sweat, and tears.
Yet in my heart, the passion burns,
Guiding me through doubts and fears.

For every sunset marks a day hard-earned,
A testament to the strength within.
With every lesson learned and corner turned,
I find the courage to begin again.