In the quiet of the night, dreams take flight,
With every star, a beacon of hope so bright,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We chase success, reaching for the sky.

Sweat and tears, the currency we pay,
For every dawn that breaks a brand new day,
With calloused hands and hearts so bold,
We shape our destiny, our stories told.

The road is long, the journey tough,
Yet through the storms, we remain rough,
With every step, our spirits rise,
Determined souls, aiming for the prize.

In the end, it’s not the gold we treasure,
But the trials faced, beyond measure,
For in hard work, we find our grace,
And success, a smile on every face.