In the dawn’s early light, we rise,
Faces turned to the horizon’s glow,
Through crowded streets and city cries,
We follow where the currents flow.

Among the hum of keyboards’ clatter,
And echoes of the ticking clocks,
We chase the dreams that truly matter,
With every step, the world unlocks.

Beneath the weight of endless tasks,
The soul finds strength to carry on,
In every tear and silent ask,
A new resolve is gently drawn.

So let us weave our stories bold,
In work’s embrace, our spirits soar,
For in each tale of toil retold,
Lies the heart of what we strive for.