In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
The whispers of triumph softly cascade.
Through valleys of doubt and peaks of pride,
We find our strength, where dreams reside.

The heart, it beats with fervent fire,
Each pulse a testament to desire.
In victory’s grasp, we boldly stand,
With courage held in steadfast hand.

We rise from ashes, born anew,
With wings of hope, the sky in view.
The battles fought, the wars we’ve won,
Shine brighter than the morning sun.

So let us march with heads held high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
For in our souls, a song of might,
Echoes the dawn’s first light.