In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I see your face, gentle and bright.
The hands that held, the voice that guided,
Through life’s storms, you’ve never divided.

Your wisdom, a beacon in the darkest night,
A lighthouse that shines, ever so right.
Through trials and tribulations, you’ve stood tall,
My unwavering support, through it all.

The stories you told, the lessons you taught,
In every word, a battle fought.
For dreams and hopes, for love so grand,
You’ve built my world with your own hands.

Now as I walk, with courage and pride,
I carry your spirit, deep inside.
My dad, my hero, my guiding star,
No matter where, there you are.