In the quiet of the night, when dreams take flight,
There lies a path, unseen but bright,
A journey carved by will and might,
Leading to greatness, beyond our sight.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
With courage as our only guide,
We chase the stars, reach for the sky,
In every fall, in every stride.

The whispers of the ancient trees,
Tell tales of those who dared to seize,
The mantle of greatness, with hearts at ease,
Born from battles, and gentle breeze.

So onward we go, with spirits bold,
Writing our stories, new and old,
In the book of time, in pages gold,
For greatness awaits, as we unfold.