YC Anthems

YC Anthems

Where founders rise and futures spark,
Where seeds ignite the unseen arc,
Where courage runs in midnight code,
And dreams choose fire instead of “no”.

This is the sound of those who dare,
The bold, the strange, the builders rare.
A forge where raw ideas ignite,
And fragile thoughts learn how to fight.

Before new ages meet the dawn,
A quiet few keep watch upon,
Y Combinator, orange flames,
Turn raw beginnings into aim.

A crucible where sparks transform,
Where vision sharpens into form.
Each batch a sky about to rise,
Constellations learn to fly.

Each founder grows their gravity,
Transmute the pain and tragedy.
Each idea whispers, calm and sure,
“Build me now, make it endure.”

Here wings are found, lightning learned,
From living rooms to revolutions turned.
Not legends born, but builders trained,
Who shaped the future and remained.

Why should such force move without sound,
Why should these minds walk un-crowned?
When all they touch reshapes the age,
And writes tomorrow’s living page.

YC Anthems, because it’s true:
The ones who build deserve it too.
Tomorrow isn’t code alone,
It needs a myth, a pulse, a tone.

So we score the ones who wake before light,
Who trade their comfort for the fight.
Who walk the path where few have gone,
And shape the world by holding on.

YC is more than name or brand,
It is a current through the land.
An engine in humanity’s climb,
Advancing futures, now in rhyme.

These anthems stand as sacred fire,
A vow to honor climbing higher.
For those who build where none aspire
Deserve a song matching that fire.