The sun may scorch, the rains may pound,
The storms of life may rage unbound.
Yet in their eyes, a fire remains,
A spark that burns through trials and pains.
They carry dreams, though roads are steep,
Through sleepless nights and wounds that seep.
Their hands may blister, their backs may bow,
But strength blooms fierce in the here and now.
Hunger may linger, the cold may bite,
But hope persists, a guiding light.
With every fall, they rise anew,
Their spirits bold, their purpose true.
For youth is forged in hardship’s flame,
A tempered steel no fear can claim.
The weight of struggle, the ache of loss,
Are stepping stones they dare to cross.
They build with courage, brick by brick,
While the world around remains so thick.
Through barren fields, they plant their seed,
Their hearts the compass, their will the creed.
The songs they sing, the dreams they weave,
Are born of battles that never deceive.
In scars, they see not pain, but proof,
Of triumph gained beneath the roof.
Youth unbroken by hardship’s hand,
Stand as pillars in every land.
Their laughter echoes, their voices soar,
A testament to what they endure.
The future bows to their steadfast gaze,
Their steps alight with hope ablaze.
For no chain can bind, no storm can sway,
The youth who fights to find their way.
Through trials deep, they hold their ground,
In their resilience, strength is found.
Unbroken youth, forever free,
The heart of tomorrow, the soul of destiny.