In the quiet dawn, we rise and strive,
With dreams to chase, and hopes alive.
Each step we take, a silent pledge,
To carve our paths, on life’s sharp edge.

The hands that toil, unseen, unknown,
Build the towers, and shape the stone.
Their sweat and tears, a hidden art,
Crafting futures, from the heart.

Beneath the stars, when day is done,
We rest and breathe, our battles won.
The echoes of our work, so clear,
A testament to all held dear.

So let us honor, every deed,
For in our labor, dreams are freed.
With every dawn, anew we start,
A symphony, of work and heart.