The road ahead, a winding trail,
Through valleys deep and mountains pale.
Each step we take, a story told,
In whispers soft, in tales bold.
With every dawn, a new sunrise,
A chance to see through wiser eyes.
Through storm and calm, we journey on,
In search of dreams, till dreams are gone.
The path may twist, the path may turn,
Yet still, our hearts with passion burn.
For in this journey, we find our way,
Through night and day, come what may.