In the quiet dawn, where dreams reside,
Hope whispers softly, as fears subside.
The road is long, with trials to bear,
Yet courage blooms in the morning air.

Through storms that rage and winds that cry,
Our hearts remain steadfast, aiming high.
Each step we take, though fraught with pain,
Strength is born from every strain.

When dusk descends and shadows grow,
We find the light within, aglow.
For through the night, we press ahead,
Guided by dreams, where angels tread.

So let the world throw its might,
Against our will, our inner light.
For persistence is the song we sing,
A testament to the hope we bring.