In the silent corridors of time, we wander,
Through ancient stones and whispered lore,
Each step echoes with the stories of yonder,
A tapestry of lives, forevermore.

Old walls speak of battles and peace,
Of dreams woven in the fabric of the past,
Heritage, a guardian that will never cease,
Binding generations, steadfast.

Through the eyes of ancestors, we see,
The triumphs and trials that shaped our fate,
Their whispers in the breeze, a symphony,
Guiding us through the future’s gate.

So let us honor the legacy bestowed,
Inherit the wisdom, the courage, the grace,
For in the embrace of history’s road,
We find our roots, our rightful place.