A stable job is drawing near to me,
With brighter days that promise much to gain,
For toil and dreams will soon become the key,
Unlocking wealth to ease my weary strain.

Each morning brings a hope I hold so dear,
To rise with purpose, firm upon my stride,
In quiet faith, I cast away my fear,
For fortunes smile upon those who abide.

The fruits of labor ripen with the morn,
As skills I’ve honed shall find their purest flight,
In every challenge, strength will be reborn,
Guided by visions filled with shimmering light.

So let my heart with patience learn to sing,
For change is near, and joy is on the wing.

Tomaž Jevšenak