These passing nights and tireless days,
where you dream through countless ways,
The late nights, shrouded in their silent grace,
Shall someday bear the fruits of effort, in their own space.

With weary feet that tread on paths unknown,
Seeking purpose and a place to call their own,
A time shall come to heal the ache and strain,
As soothing touch brings respite, a tender refrain.

Someday, the sweat that glistens on your brow,
Shall carry the scent of victories attained somehow,
For in the quest for triumph, you persist,
And through hard-earned successes, you insist.

Let the world bear witness to your worthy quest,
As each step forward brings you closer to the crest,
In that moment, dreams shall find their sacred birth,
And your name shall be whispered, celebrated on this earth.

So hold onto the hope and wake the patience inside,
For as long as you're still in quest, let not your resolve subside
Someday, my friend, the pieces shall align,
And your long life dream shall brightly shine.