On Friday’s eve, the skies alight, a beacon to the free,
The workweek’s chains unbind at last, the world sighs tenderly.
Laughter dances through the streets, where dreams begin to roam,
In every heart, a hopeful beat, as weary travelers come home.
Underneath the silver glow, where night and freedom blend,
We toast to love and tales untold, and weekends without end.