In the quiet whispers of the night,
Dreams take flight on wings of light.
They soar through skies of endless blue,
Painting visions, bright and true.
Goals stand firm like mountains high,
Reaching for the limitless sky.
Each step forward, a journey grand,
With determination, we make our stand.
Through the storms and trials we face,
Dreams and goals, they hold their place.
With hearts aflame and spirits strong,
We march ahead, where we belong.
In the end, when paths are trod,
We find our place, our dreams applaud.
For in the pursuit, we find our way,
Dreams and goals, our guiding ray.