In the quiet of the night, they dream,
Sons with hearts both brave and keen,
Navigating paths unknown and wide,
They carry our hopes with every stride.

Through trials and triumphs, they grow,
With every step, their strength they show,
The echoes of their laughter pure,
A melody that will always endure.

Hands that help and hearts that care,
Sons are gifts beyond compare,
With every challenge that they face,
They find their way with endless grace.

As they journey to find their place,
In the world’s vast, open space,
Sons, the beacons in our lives,
With love and light, they always strive.