In the quiet glow of morning’s grace,
Where dreams dissolve in gentle light,
Sons rise with hope upon their face,
Chasing shadows of the night.
They walk the paths of endless skies,
With hearts that beat in rhythmic song,
Guided by stars in their eyes,
To a future where they belong.
Through fields of gold and rivers wide,
Their voices ripple through the air,
Carrying tales of love and pride,
And burdens only they can bear.
As twilight paints the world anew,
These sons stand tall with courage vast,
In every breath, a promise true,
To shape the dreams that hold them fast.