In the quiet moments before dawn’s light,
A father rises, strong and steady,
Carrying dreams upon his shoulders,
Guiding us through paths unknown.
His hands, worn from years of toil,
Build a world where hope resides,
With whispered wisdom in the night,
He shapes our hearts with gentle pride.
Silent sacrifices mark his days,
Yet joy is found in simple things,
The laughter of a child at play,
A melody that softly rings.
Through every trial, every tear,
A father’s love remains unspoken,
An unyielding force, ever near,
A bond that never will be broken.