Counting every grain of sand,
With dreams held tightly in my hand.
I walk the line, steady and slow,
Waiting for the winds to blow.
The tide may rise, the sun may set,
But I haven't lost the fight just yet.

A coin drops, and the world spins 'round,
In every loss, a hope is found.
I hold my breath, I hold my ground,
Building dreams without a sound.

I'm in budget, but the stars will align,
Chasing the silver, waiting my time.
Every penny saved, every corner turned,
A quiet fire, a lesson learned.
Though the waves may crash, I won't retreat,
There's a plan in place, and I won't be beat.

The wind whispers, "Hold on tight,"
Through the dark, I see the light.
I gather crumbs and build a feast,
Dreams that rise from the very least.
A step, a breath, each moment's gold,
As the days unfold, the future's bold.

A storm may come, the sky may fall,
But I'm still standing through it all.
With every weight, I lift, I rise,
A steady flame in changing skies.

I'm in budget, but the stars will align,
Chasing the silver, waiting my time.
Every penny saved, every corner turned,
A quiet fire, a lesson learned.
Though the waves may crash, I won't retreat,
There's a plan in place, and I won't be beat.

The road is long, the night is cold,
But in my hands, I hold the bold.
A path that's carved with careful grace,
I find my rhythm, I find my pace.

I'm in budget, but the stars will align,
Chasing the silver, waiting my time.
Every penny saved, every corner turned,
A quiet fire, a lesson learned.
Though the waves may crash, I won't retreat,
There's a plan in place, and I won't be beat.

So I stand, through every turn,
With hope that never seems to burn.
In the balance, I find my way,
And tomorrow, I'll rise to stay.