In the silence of the night, a father stands so tall,
His shadow cast in moonlight, a guardian to all.
With gentle strength, he guides the way,
Ensuring dreams don’t fade to gray.

His hands are worn, his eyes are kind,
In his embrace, comfort we find.
The weight he bears, we may not see,
Yet in his love, we’re always free.

Through storms and trials, he remains,
A steadfast rock, through joys and pains.
His wisdom shared, in quiet tones,
A beacon bright, when all hope’s gone.

Fathers are stars that light the night,
Guiding us with their gentle light.
In their love, we find our song,
With them, we know we do belong.