Remember this, when days feel tight—
Your conscience often leads you right.
And when the path is out of view,
Just breathe and smile—Hakuna Matata will do.

The darkest night gives way to day,
Storms may pass, but hope will stay.
With just some trust and faith in hand,
You’ll find your ground and firmly stand.

No task is dull if viewed with grace,
There’s fun in even the slowest pace.
So reach the sky, don’t fear the fall,
Your dreams are valid, chase them all.

Behind each cloud, the sky’s still blue,
It waits in silence—just for you.
And if you feel a bit offbeat,
That’s where your soul and purpose meet.

Impossible is just a myth,
A word the timid travel with.
This world’s not distant, cold, or barred—
It’s yours to roam—your own backyard.

Giving up? That’s not your lane.
That’s rookie talk. Stay in the game.
The harder path may bruise your feet,
But it’s the one where triumphs meet.

And when life buries you in gloom,
Be like the flower—rise and bloom.
For those who dare, who push on through,
Will find, in time, their dreams come true.