Sung in a tune, long and hopeful,
Hummed in a tone, pure and heartful.
Loosening my shackles and tightening my buckles,
I move on, with a will to live my dream.
The Will is, to move,
And the dream, to run.
The will is, to climb up the stairs,
And the dream, to be rooted.
As I move toward the will,
Two things I would like to add to my habits:
Sighting the Dawn of Purpose,
And seeking the horizon of hope.