The first word whispered soft and low,
A promise of a journey to know.
A spark of life, a brand new start, With every breath, a brand new heart.
As days pass, the words flow free, A story told a melody.
Each verse and line, a work of art, With every beat, a brand new heart.
We laugh, we love, we shed some tears,
Through joy and pain, through triumphs and fears.
But with every step we take, we learn and grow,
In this journey, we'll find out who we know.
And when the last song comes to play,
The final note, the dying day,
We'll close our eyes and take a breath,
And know that life, it knows no death.
For, in the end, the words remain,
Echoing on, forever in the refrain.
The first word, the last song,
A journey long, where we belong.
In this journey of life, we'll find our way.
With every step, we'll pave the way.
We'll leave our mark and make our stand,
And in the end, we'll hold our own hand.
So let us sing and dance and play,
For in this journey, we'll find our way.
From the first word to the last song, we'll shine so bright,
And in our hearts, our journey will always ignite
