Glory and Splendor

Описание: Rising sun on the mountain trail, legs like fire, heart like hail,
Chasing dreams that never fail, we run till the shadows grow long.
Muscles burn, but we don't complain, lifting worlds in the pouring rain,
Every scar is a badge we claim, glory in the strength we own.

Oh, the glory of the young is their strength,
Burning bright, pushing limits to the length.
And the gray hair of the old is their splendor,
Crown of stories, wisdom tender.
One day fades into the next,
Youth and age in perfect text—
Pass the torch, let the circle bend,
Strength to wisdom, start to end.

Silver threads in the evening light, stories carved in every line,
Battles won through endless night, lessons etched in every sign.
Hands once swift now steady hold, fires of youth have turned to gold,
Experience worth more than gold, splendor in the years we've known.

Oh, the glory of the young is their strength,
Burning bright, pushing limits to the length.
And the gray hair of the old is their splendor,
Crown of stories, wisdom tender.
One day fades into the next,
Youth and age in perfect text—
Pass the torch, let the circle bend,
Strength to wisdom, start to end.

Listen close when the young ones roar,
They'll carry what you fought for.
And when the old ones speak so slow,
Hear the paths they walked to know.
No one's crown outshines the other—
Together we lift one another.

Oh, the glory of the young is their strength...
And the gray hair of the old is their splendor...
From the dawn to the twilight's call,
We rise, we fall, we stand through it all.
Strength and splendor, hand in hand,
Building bridges across the land. Fade out on a gentle strum...