Hopes and dreams: My first AI Music video (Fixed audio)

Описание: My first try at Putting together a music video.
Song inspired by conversations with people about just buying results over doing things myself. I think I went a little to heavy on rhymes but still make it legible. Tell me do you think its terrible? ;-) lol anyway please leave any comments you have below, I know it's very rough but I'm new at AI and editing so any advice is useful, thanks!

Lyrics:
Bright eyed and bushy tailed,
I know what hopes and dreams I failed.
I won’t stop and cry,
I raise my head to the sky
and set my new dreams high.
March on forward ignoring the crap,
fighting for my future
I won’t avoid a scrap.
Wave a wand get it easy?
that makes me feel queasy.
The effort and challenge are half of the point.
If it’s given not taken why won’t it disappoint?
Who decides to bake a cake then just buy one at the shops?
Like get help where you need it but try before you stop.
If you don’t try something yourself
all you get is slop.
Roadblocks and disappointments are common foul ointments.
But the grind is the gospel, the sweat is the creed,
every scar on my knuckles a sermon I bleed.
They hand out the medals for showing up late,
while the ones who bled rivers get told “too much hate”.
I will burst at the seams,
if I’m not allowed to chase my Hopes and dreams.
I’d rather choke on my failures than swallow their ease,
than feast on their handouts and beg on my knees.
Let the weaklings scroll feeds for their dopamine drip, I’ll climb up the mountain with claws unclip.
Every “can’t” thrown down is fuel for the blaze,
I turn their excuses to ash in my gaze.
So pile up the barricades, stack up the doubt,
I’ll smash through the bullshit till the system burns out.
No shortcuts, no mercy, no pity parade
just the roar of the struggle that never gets played.
When the last roadblock crumbles and the last gate is breached,
I’ll stand on the future my effort unimpeached.
Bright eyed still burning, though the tail’s worn to bone,
I’ll claim what I fought for
this fight is all my own.
But the grind is the gospel, the sweat is the creed,
every scar on my knuckles a sermon I bleed.
They hand out the medals for showing up late,
while the ones who bled rivers get told “too much hate”.
I will burst at the seams,
if I’m not allowed to chase my Hopes and dreams.
(My hopes and dreams)
(My hopes and dreams)
No crown without bruises, no victory clean,
the forge only tempers what’s willing to scream.
The horizon keeps bleeding, the night keeps closing in,
but I’m still out here carving my name in the skin.
Through the smoke and the static,
through the venom and lies,
I’ll drag my own sunrise out of blackened skies.
Bright eyes like blowtorches,
tail ragged but proud,
I’ll howl through the wreckage,
I’ll scream it out loud:
This dream isn’t borrowed,
this fight isn’t loaned
it’s mine by the blood
and the scars that I’ve honed.
No surrender, no ceasefire, no bowing to fate,
I’ll burn every candle till my achievements are great.
The grind is eternal, the creed never bends,
and this hope inside me will never end.
(Will never end)

Here's the general source breakdown:
Lyrics: @Depthswalker (though the music editor altered a few)
Music: https://suno.com/
Art: https://www.vidu.com/ https://grok.com/ all based on images of my own creation. Not forgetting the model made by https://vgen.co/SashimiiiStudio
Editing: @Depthswalker