Laying at rest in the quiet dawn,
a leader sleeps, resolve reborn,
Their shoulders bare a heavy weight,
decisions abound at duty’s gate.

Endless nights from weary days,
In battles fierce where valour plays,
Burdens rest upon their heart,
Each leaders choice, a vital part.

A shadows grow where doubt resides,
And countless thoughts have nil to guide,
The paths grow narrow and cloud their head,
Steadfastly forward, the leader must tread.

Dim sounds of battle, the grind of steel,
The wounds of trials, both felt and real,
Their mind a map of every scar,
The spirit stretched, but never far.

Each victory is capped with cheers,
In times of loss they hide their tears,
For leadership, it can, at times,
Mean bearing pain, unseen, unkind.

Right honour bound and courage worn,
In every soul, a promise sworn,
To lead them through the darkest night,
To stand as one, to bring the light.

Shared hardships of this sacred role,
Etched deeply in their very soul,
A testament to strength and grace,
A leader’s heart, a warrior’s face.