Little toy soldiers

Cadet Krishna Kant,
(XII), RIMC
Behind these eyes, live the dreams,
Dreams, to Lead, to Believe, to Achieve.
Stout, we may be,
Never were we, insolent.
Fearless we win, bravely we loose.
We aim high, soar high.
The skies are for us,
Conquering every inch of it.
Born of genteel blood,
Bold and determined, harbinger of strength and wisdom.
Embedded with truth and undaunted spirit,
Through the dreams, as you see.
Here is where, we belong.
Blood, sweat and tears in everyday`s song.
Peacock feathers on our crest,
Second to none, simply the best.
Journey of life ain`t easy,
Some walk the bed of roses,
We took the one, a bit different.
The more we learn, the more we through,
Now, we believe
Every moment we achieve.
Unified we stand, together we fall.
Hail! O Gods!
Long live,
We, the RIMCOS.