In the morning light, their laughter rings,
Innocent and pure, like angel wings.
Eyes filled with dreams, so wide and bright,
Sons, our guiding stars through the night.

With every step they take, so bold,
Stories of courage and love unfold.
Hands that hold our hearts so tight,
Sons, our warriors, our source of light.

Through trials and triumphs, they grow,
In their hearts, the seeds we sow.
Wisdom passed down through the years,
Sons, our legacy, our hopes, our fears.

In their smiles, the future gleams,
Carving paths, chasing dreams.
Sons, the echoes of our song,
In their strength, we find where we belong.