In the quiet of the morning light,
We paint our dreams on the canvas of the sky,
With hues of hope and shades of might,
We chase the stars, we learn to fly.

Each step a story, each breath a song,
We mold our futures with hands so strong,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our spirits soar, refusing to comply.

The path is winding, the night is long,
Yet in our hearts, a steadfast throng,
Of goals and visions, clear and bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

And when we falter, when shadows creep,
We find our strength in dreams we keep,
For in the end, it’s the journey we embrace,
That leads us to our destined place.