In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
Where dreams are forged in silent night,
The seeds of toil take root and grow,
Through every struggle, the victory’s glow.

Each step forward, a battle won,
With sweat and tears under the sun,
The path to greatness, long and steep,
As we sow, so shall we reap.

Nights of labor, days of strain,
No effort spent shall be in vain,
For in the heart of every stride,
Lies the promise of the rising tide.

Success, a beacon shining bright,
Born from the furnace of endless fight,
It is the triumph over fear,
The reward for those who persevere.