In the quiet moments of dawn,
When shadows gently break away,
A father’s love is softly drawn,
Guiding us through night and day.
His hands, both worn and wise,
Build dreams upon the morning’s light,
With every word, he helps us rise,
His presence making all things right.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
He stands a pillar, strong and true,
Teaching lessons, dearly bought,
With courage that forever grew.
And when the world seems dark and cold,
His warmth and wisdom always near,
In his embrace, we find our hold,
A father’s love, unwavering, clear.