In the shadow of ancient walls,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Stories unfold in silent halls,
A legacy time cannot hide.

The cobblestones beneath our feet,
Worn by souls long gone,
Speak of journeys, bittersweet,
Of battles fought and won.

Echoes of laughter and of tears,
Dance through the corridors of time,
Weaving tales of hopes and fears,
In a rhythm, sweet and sublime.

Heritage calls in quiet tones,
A tapestry of dreams and duty,
In its embrace, we’re never alone,
Held by history’s gentle beauty.