In fields of gold and silver light,
We dance with shadows in the night,
Our dreams and hopes, our fears and tears,
The threads that weave our living years.

Through the fire and through the rain,
We rise and fall, we strive in vain,
To find the truth, to find the way,
To live with purpose every day.

For in the end, we all must learn,
The price of life, the price of yearn,
Is in the choice, the will to be,
The price of living is intention, it's free.

In the halls of wisdom, old and grand,
We seek the secrets of the land,
The runes of power, the runes of fate,
The keys to unlock our inner state.

We journey far, we journey wide,
Through realms of science, worlds collide,
In search of truth, in search of light,
To find the balance, day and night.

In the depths of space, in cosmic flight,
We reach for stars, we reach for light,
Our quest for meaning, our quest for might,
The journey of a soul, a cosmic rite.

In the balance of the Yin and Yang,
We find the harmony that we sang,
The dance of life, the dance of death,
The ebb and flow, the sacred breath.

Through self-sacrifice, we learn to give,
To rise above, to truly live,
In honor, loyalty, and discipline,
We find the strength to overcome and win.

For in the end, we all must see,
That we are masters of our destiny,
The price of living is intention, strong and bright,
A beacon guiding us through the night.

In the cosmic dance, we find our place,
Our purpose, our truth, our sacred space,
The price of living is intention, clear and true,
A choice we make, a path we pursue.