In the corridors of power and grace,
A figure stands with a solemn face,
Bearing the hope of a nation’s call,
In the grand halls, he stands tall.

The weight of dreams upon his brow,
In fields of change, he makes a vow,
To lift the voices of the unheard,
With every speech, with every word.

Through storms of doubt and seas of fear,
A steady hand, a vision clear,
Guiding the ship through night and day,
In the heart of chaos, he finds his way.

A beacon of strength, a pillar of might,
In the endless quest for what is right,
A leader’s path, both wide and long,
In the world of dreams, he carries on.