In the dawning light of morning’s grace,
Young hearts beat with a fervent pace,
Dreams woven in the fabric of time,
Seeking the peak of their prime.

They stand on the precipice of change,
With spirits wild and minds unchained,
Facing a world both vast and wide,
With courage as their only guide.

Amidst the clamor of life’s demands,
They forge their paths with trembling hands,
Each step a dance of joy and pain,
As they strive to break the chain.

And though the road may twist and bend,
Their youthful fire will never end,
For in their hearts, a spark remains,
To light the world with endless flames.