In the quiet breath of morning’s rise,
We trace the stars of future skies,
Dreams unfurl like wings of light,
Guiding us through the endless night.

With hope as our celestial guide,
We walk the paths of time with pride,
Each step a promise, each moment a song,
In the embrace of future, where we belong.

The echoes of what is yet to be,
Whisper secrets to you and me,
In the cradle of tomorrow’s grace,
We find our destined place.

So let us weave with threads of gold,
Stories of adventures bold,
For in the heart of what’s to come,
Lies the truth of what we’ll become.