In the heart of the barangay, where the sun gently kisses the earth,
Children’s laughter fills the air, a melody of endless mirth.
The old tree stands tall, a witness to countless dawns,
As stories unfold with each new morn.

Amidst the bustling streets, life dances to a timeless tune,
Vendors call with voices strong, beneath the watchful moon.
Neighbors greet with open arms, a bond forever tight,
In a place where love and hope take flight.

The river sings its ancient song, weaving through the days,
Reflecting dreams and whispered prayers in its tranquil gaze.
Every leaf and stone, a testament to years gone by,
Each moment cherished beneath the sky.

So here in our barangay, where every soul belongs,
We find our strength in unity, in the chorus of our songs.
With every dawn, a promise new, with every dusk, a sigh,
We weave our dreams together, beneath the endless sky.