In the quiet moments of dawn, I see your face,
Etched with wisdom, love, and endless grace.
Your hands, weathered by the sands of time,
Hold the stories of a life, both yours and mine.

Your voice, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guides me through with its gentle light.
In every step I take, in every path I choose,
Your strength and courage are the gifts I use.

Though the world may turn and seasons fade,
The lessons you’ve taught will never degrade.
You are the rock on which I stand,
My hero, my father, my guiding hand.

In your embrace, I find my home,
A place where love and care are shown.
Forever grateful for all you are,
My father, my guide, my shining star.