In the quiet hours of dawn, they rise,
Dreamers with fire in their eyes,
Climbing mountains, crossing streams,
Chasing the echoes of their dreams.

With every stumble, with every fall,
They gather strength and stand tall,
For in the heart of every strife,
Lies the path to a fulfilling life.

Sweat and toil mark their days,
Through winding roads and endless maze,
Yet with each step, they grow more wise,
Reaching for the highest skies.

And when the night embraces the sun,
They look back on battles won,
Knowing that their hard-earned success,
Is a testament to their unwavering progress.