In silent halls where whispers blend,
Young minds with dreams begin to mend.
From dawn’s first light to evening’s fall,
They carve their path, they heed the call.

Amidst the books and lessons learned,
With every page, a soul is turned.
Through trials faced and victories earned,
The flame of hope within them burned.

In shadows deep and light’s embrace,
They find their way, they find their place.
With every step, with every race,
They chase their dreams, they leave a trace.

So here they stand, on future’s brink,
With hearts that feel, with minds that think.
In every fall, in every link,
They rise again, they never sink.