In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows fade and hope is born,
We find the strength to carry on,
In every tear and every thorn.

Through seasons swift and ever-changing,
Our hearts endure, forever ranging,
From valleys low to peaks estranging,
We learn, we grow, with life exchanging.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
We seek a place we call our home,
With every step, our spirits roam,
In search of truths, in love’s warm tome.

So let the winds of change arise,
With every dawn and every night,
For in its breath, our souls arise,
To grasp the stars, to seek the light.