In the silent whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance in fleeting flight,
A beacon rises, bold and bright,
Heralding the dawn of victory’s light.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit soared, refusing to die,
Each step a testament, a defiant cry,
Against the storm, beneath the sky.
Hearts once weary, now embrace,
The sweet release of a hard-fought race,
In unity, they find their place,
In the radiant glow of victoryâs grace.
As echoes of the battle fade,
In memories, the triumphs stayed,
A legacy of courage displayed,
In every soul, the victory made.