In the quiet corners of a humble home,Where whispered dreams find silent flight,Lies the strength of hands weathered with time,In every sacrifice, a love untold.

Through nights of ceaseless patience,And days filled with tireless care,They weave the fabric of our future,With threads of hope and endless prayer.

The gentle gaze that sees beyond,The whispered words that guide our way,In their embrace, the warmth of dawn,A beacon through the darkest day.

For every step we take alone,Is a path they once paved with grace,Their sacrifice, a timeless song,In every heart, their love finds place.