In the quiet morning light, he rises
Steady hands and gentle eyes, guiding
Through the storms and sunny days
A father’s love, a beacon shining.
With every step, he paves the way
Teaching lessons, showing care
In his embrace, fears allay
A constant presence, always there.
The years may come, the years may go
Yet his wisdom, deeply sown
In the hearts that always know
A father’s love, forever grown.
When shadows fall, and nights are long
His voice, a comfort, sweet and strong
Through every trial, every song
A father’s love, where we belong.