In the silvery dew of dawn's embrace, A voice calls out from a distant place, Its melody, a thread through time and space, Spinning my head like a childhood race. Chorus: Oh, beautiful horizon, yet unseen, Be gentle with this dreamer's fragile scheme, From purest source to future's gleaming stream, I start my journey, chasing this dream. Not to paradisiacal realms it beckons, But to a future where each moment reckons, A voice that strictly asks, as wisdom seconds: "What have you done today for tomorrow's seconds?" I pledge to be kinder, my heart to refine, To stand by my friends when stars don't align, I heed the call, racing down the line, On a path where no footprints yet define. Chorus: Magnificent distance, don't be unkind, To this soul that leaves comfort behind, From crystal beginnings to horizons undefined, I embark on a quest to reshape mankind. The voice persists, a siren's sweet song, Urging me forward, to right every wrong, To build a future where all belong, With every step, I grow brave and strong. In childhood's carousel, we spun without care, Now life's merry-go-round spins everywhere, But this voice guides us, so clear and fair, To craft a tomorrow beyond compare. Chorus: Oh, radiant future, I humbly implore, Be gentle as I reach for your shore, From this moment's seed to eternity's door, I journey onward, my spirit will soar. With every challenge, I'll rise anew, Chasing that voice in the morning dew, For in its echo, a truth rings true: The future's beauty depends on you.
