In the face of stormy skies, we stand tall,
With hearts unbroken and spirits unbowed,
Through the darkest nights and the fiercest squalls,
Our courage shines like the morning cloud.

With every trial that seeks to break,
Our strength emerges, forged anew,
Like ancient trees that bend but never quake,
Our roots run deep, our resolve is true.

Amidst the whispers of doubt and fear,
We find the fire that burns within,
A beacon of hope, so bright and clear,
Guiding us through where shadows have been.

Together we march, with heads held high,
Unfazed by the weight of the world’s demand,
For in our hearts, we know we’ll defy,
Any force that dares to take a stand.