In the whispers of the morning light,
Youth stands boldly, dreams in hand,
A realm where possibilities ignite,
And futures are crafted from grains of sand.

Yet beneath the vibrant facade they wear,
Lies a silent struggle, a hidden fight,
In their eyes, a world laid bare,
Seeking solace in the darkest night.

Their voices rise like a roaring tide,
A chorus of change, a call for more,
Unyielding spirit, hearts open wide,
Breaking barriers to explore.

Hope dances in the rhythm of their days,
Boundless and free, like the open sky,
In the tapestry of their youthful ways,
A promise that dreams will always fly.