In the dance of days, a shadow slips away, A tale untold beneath the dawn's soft ray. Yet as the sun climbs, a whisper returns, A soul reborn, where the heart's fire burns. Pambansangkikay, a team of dreams and stars, Crafting futures where each scar's a memoir. For every loss, a gain shall soon appear, As echoes of hope find their way near. In the cycle of loss and sweet reprise, Strength is woven through each heart that tries. Gone or returned, every soul sings its part, In the team that lives within the nation's heart.