**Roar of the Youth**
In fields where golden sunlight plays,
The lions’ roars echo through the haze.
With every dawn, their spirits rise,
A chorus of dreams beneath wide skies.
Their hearts are fierce, their wills are strong,
In the arena where they belong.
They chase the echoes of their youth,
Driven by a passion, pure and truth.
The team of dreams, where hopes take flight,
Ignites the field with radiant light.
Through every trial, through every test,
They give their all, they give their best.
The lions roar, a mighty sound,
A testament to dreams unbound.
Their fervor rises with the sun,
In their hearts, the battle’s won.
They are the echoes of tomorrow,
In their victories, no sorrow.
Each roar a song of dreams fulfilled,
A symphony of spirits thrilled.
When shadows fall and night draws near,
Their roars will resonate, sincere.
A legacy of strength and grace,
Their jubilations fill the space.
Resides a hope that’s crystal clear.
The team of youth, forever bold,
With hearts as fierce as lions’ gold.
As twilight fades and stars appear,
Their roaring voice will persevere.
The lions’ call, a beacon bright,
Guides the way through the darkest night.
So let them roar, let them be heard,
In every game, in every word.
Their jubilation, strong and true,
Will echo through the years anew.
