In the corridors of power where echoes linger,
A figure stands tall, with vision clear as dawn,
The President, a beacon to hearts that yearn,
For change, for peace, for justice reborn.
Through storms of discord and winds of doubt,
With steadfast resolve, they navigate the tides,
A nation’s hopes cradled in steady hands,
As dreams take flight on freedom’s wings.
In whispered prayers and fervent cries,
The people’s voice finds its way to the throne,
A tapestry of stories, woven with care,
As unity blossoms under a watchful gaze.
Oh, keeper of dreams, in your journey we trust,
To light the path, to guide with grace,
For every heart beats with a common wish,
That tomorrow’s sun will rise on a brighter world.