In the quiet of the dawn, his journey starts anew,
A father’s silent struggle, hidden from our view.
With tired eyes and calloused hands, he toils without a break,
His dreams set aside, for his children’s sake.

Through storms and trials, he stands firm and strong,
A pillar of love, where we all belong.
His sacrifice unseen, his pain never shown,
In his heart, a love so deeply sown.

Each step he takes, each breath he breathes,
For his family’s dreams, his own he leaves.
A warrior in the shadows, with no desire for fame,
His legacy of love, forever to remain.

When night descends and silence fills the air,
We find comfort in knowing, he will always be there.
A father’s love, a beacon in the night,
His sacrifices, our guiding light.