In the quiet hours before the dawn,
Dreams whisper softly, urging me on.
Paths uncharted, the road unknown,
Yet with each step, my courage has grown.
Mountains high and valleys deep,
Obstacles vast, challenges steep.
But with a heart that will not yield,
I press on, my fate is sealed.
The storms may rage, the winds may howl,
Yet in my spirit, I make a vow.
To rise above, to forge my way,
With eyes set on the break of day.
For in the end, it is the strive,
The unyielding drive that keeps dreams alive.
And when I stand at the summit’s crest,
Iâll know I’ve given my very best.