In the morning light, they rise anew,
With eyes that shine, a world to view.
They carry dreams, both bold and bright,
Sons of ours, in the morning light.

Through fields of green and skies of blue,
They chase their hopes, as we once knew.
With each step taken, a future cast,
Sons of ours, shadows of our past.

In troubled times, they stand so tall,
With courage fierce, they face the call.
Their hearts are strong, their spirits high,
Sons of ours, beneath the sky.

As years go by, the seasons change,
Yet still they grow, within life’s range.
With wisdom earned, and love so vast,
Sons of ours, the echoes of our hearts.