In the quiet dawn, before the world awakes,
The sweat of effort, the path one takes.
With dreams as stars, guiding through the night,
Hard work is the beacon, the guiding light.

Each step forward, a story untold,
In the furnace of struggle, steel turns to gold.
Through trials and tests, we rise and fall,
Hard work whispers, “Give it your all.”

The fields we till, the seeds we sow,
With patience and grit, we watch them grow.
In every drop of toil, a hope takes flight,
Hard work is the day, chasing away the night.

When the road is long, and the end not in sight,
Through shadows and doubts, we hold on tight.
For in every heart, a fire burns bright,
Hard work is the strength, to reach new heights.