In the dawn’s early light, we rise,
With dreams and hopes, under the skies.
To fields and offices, we stride,
Our spirits strong, we will not hide.

Each task a step, each hour a thread,
We weave our lives, from dawn till bed.
With hands and minds, we carve our way,
In the dance of work, we find our sway.

Through trials and sweat, we find our grace,
In every challenge, we find our place.
The pulse of labor, the heart of man,
Drives us onward, to do what we can.

As twilight falls, we rest our heads,
With the echoes of work, we are fed.
For in the toil and in the strive,
We find our purpose, we feel alive.