Beneath the weight of endless night,
Hands toil and strive with all their might.
Through silent hours, where whispers fade,
The seeds of dreams are slowly laid.

With every drop of sweat and strain,
The heart beats fiercely through the pain.
The sun may set, yet still they rise,
To chase the light with hopeful eyes.

Upon the path, though steep and long,
Each step becomes a steadfast song.
The echoes of determination ring,
As courage blooms and spirits sing.

And when the dawn reveals its face,
The fruits of labor find their place.
For those who dared to dream and fight,
The world transforms with morning’s light.