In quiet rooms where machines run,

Where lights blink and work gets done,

There's someone always standing tall—

The uptime warrior, watching it all.

They spot the trouble before it shows,

They know when something's running slow.

They fix the fault, they read the sign,

They make sure everything stays fine.

No sword or shield, just tools and tech,

They stop a problem in its track.

They keep the power, water, and light

Working strong, all day and night.

When something breaks or starts to fall,

They get the call—and fix it all.

They don't need praise or big applause,

They just believe in the uptime cause.

So here's to those who work unseen,

Behind each screen and every machine.

They guard our world with skill and care—

The uptime warriors, always there.