Amidst the waves, our yacht does sway,
With PSL stock, our guide each day.
Yet as the price falls, our hearts may sink,
But amidst the storm, we'll find the brink.
Three million shares, at twenty-one cents,
A testament to our confidence.
Though the market falters, and doubts arise,
We'll hold our course, beneath the skies.
With the new member aboard, we stand strong,
In unity, we'll right the wrong.
For in the face of adversity, we'll endure,
With resilience, our hopes secure.
Though the price may dip, and shadows loom,
We'll navigate through the market's gloom.
With each wave's crest, we'll rise again,
In PSL's journey, resilience remains.
So hold fast, dear friends, to dreams untold,
In PSL's story, our hopes take hold.
With each passing moment, a chance to rise,
As we sail on, beneath the skies.
