In the whisper of the morning light,
Victory dances upon the dew,
A silent echo of battles won,
In fields where dreams once grew.
Through the shadows of yesterday’s fight,
The sun now casts its golden ray,
A testament to enduring strength,
As night surrenders to the day.
With every step on this hallowed ground,
The heart beats with a triumphant song,
A rhythm of courage, fierce and bold,
Where the spirit of victory belongs.
And in the stillness, a promise remains,
That hope will rise with every dawn,
In the gentle embrace of a new day,
Where the legacy of victory is drawn.