In the cradle of dawn, where dreams are spun,
We embark on a path, where life has just begun,
With each step we take, into the great unknown,
We carve our own fate, through seeds we have sown.

The valleys of sorrow, the peaks of delight,
A tapestry woven, in the fabric of night,
Through trials and triumphs, our spirits are shaped,
Each moment a brushstroke, in the portrait we’ve draped.

The echoes of yesteryears, whispers of the past,
A guide through the shadows, a light that will last,
In the mirror of time, our reflections we see,
The journey of life, in its raw, untamed spree.

With courage as our compass, and hope as our guide,
We sail through the tempest, on life’s endless tide,
For in every heartbeat, and in every breath,
Lies the essence of living, defying even death.