No age can chain the restless heart,
No wrinkle dim the dreaming spark.
With wings of effort, we take flight,
Through endless skies, embracing light.
The climb is steep, the road is long,
Yet every struggle makes us strong.
To soar above the world so high,
Is joy that only dreams supply.
Each gust of wind, each boundless mile,
Rewards the soul with endless smile.
For flying is the purest thrill,
A dance of heart, of strength, of will.