In the sanctuary of sweat and strain,
Where muscles sing and hearts refrain,
We sculpt our bodies, frame by frame,
In the pursuit of fitness, our noble aim.

With every breath, a stride we take,
Through fields of effort, no steps we fake,
The weights we lift, the paths we run,
Crafting resilience, under the sun.

Our spirits rise, our fears subside,
In the journey of strength, we find our pride,
Each drop of sweat, a token of fight,
Illuminating our path, in the darkest night.

So let us move, with grace and might,
Embracing the dawn, conquering the night,
For in the cadence of our disciplined quest,
We find our peace, our ultimate rest.