In the dawn of every morning light,
They rise with dreams so bold and bright,
Their spirits high, their hearts so pure,
The youth, our nation’s hopeful cure.

Through fields of knowledge, they traverse,
With every challenge, they immerse,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding us toward a future bright.

With courage, they embrace the new,
Their every step, a vision true,
In unity, they stand so strong,
Building bridges, mending wrongs.

So let us trust in youthful hands,
To shape our lands with gentle plans,
For in their eyes, the future gleams,
The youth, the keepers of our dreams.