In the whispers of the morning light,
Young hearts awaken with dreams in sight.
Eyes filled with visions, bold and bright,
Carving paths through the endless night.

With courage in their tender veins,
They rise to break the ancient chains.
Voices echo through the plains,
Singing songs of future gains.

Hands reach out to touch the sky,
Building bridges, aiming high.
With every step, a hopeful sigh,
Guiding stars that never die.

Youth, the hope of every land,
Together, united, they stand.
Crafting dreams with gentle hands,
The future rests in their command.