In the quiet hours before the dawn,
When the world still sleeps in dreams,
There lies a soul toiling on,
With hope lighting up their seams.

Through the sweat and endless grind,
Their purpose clear, their spirit bright,
Each step forward, a mountain climbed,
They chase the stars through the night.

With calloused hands and weary eyes,
The fruits of labor slowly bloom,
They weave their future from the ties,
Of steadfast faith dispelling gloom.

And though the road is long and steep,
Each trial faced, each challenge met,
They find the strength within to keep,
A heart of fire, a soul unbent.