In the quiet dawn, I find your silhouette,
A beacon of strength, unwavering and true,
With hands that have weathered countless storms,
Yet gentle enough to cradle my dreams anew.

Your voice, a melody of wisdom and care,
Guides me through the world’s harsh clamor,
You’ve taught me to stand, to fight, to dare,
To seek the light, and not succumb to tremor.

In your eyes, I see the depth of sacrifice,
A love that knows no bounds, no end,
You’ve been the rock, the shield, the paradise,
My father, my hero, my eternal friend.

Though words may falter, and time may flee,
The bond we share defies the fleeting years,
For in your heart, forever, I’ll be free,
Held in the warmth of your love and tears.