In the quiet moments of dusk's embrace,
Where shadows dance in the fading light's grace,
There lies a tale of trials and strife,
A journey carved with the edge of life.

Success, a beacon on distant shores,
Beyond the grasp of mundane chores,
It whispers secrets to those who dare,
To chase their dreams through the endless air.

It's not in the trophies gleaming bright,
Nor in the cheers that pierce the night,
But in the heart that never yields,
In the soul that strives and never shields.

Success is woven...