With each dawn, a chance to fight,
Through shadows deep, and darkest night.
The path of toil, so steep and long,
Yet in the heart, a steadfast song.

Blistered hands, and weary feet,
But dreams of gold, they still do greet.
Each fall a lesson, each scar a guide,
For in the struggle, we find our stride.

The sweat, the tears, they pave the way,
To fields of light, from nights of gray.
In every failure, strength is found,
Success’s sweet echo, a resounding sound.

At journey’s end, the summit high,
We stand as one, beneath the sky.
For every step, and every strife,
Has led us to this peak of life.