In the corridors where whispers dwell,
Echoes of promises rise and fall,
A dance of shadows, weaving tales,
In the grand mosaic of the halls.

Voices clash like thunder’s roar,
In pursuit of dreams yet untold,
Hope and fear in equal measure,
A tapestry of hearts, brave and bold.

The ink of history writes anew,
With every choice, a path is drawn,
The stage is set for futures yet seen,
In the dawn of each breaking morn.

Through the tempest, a guiding light,
The will of many, a beacon bright,
In unity, the strength we find,
A world reshaped, by hearts aligned.