In the silence of dawn’s early light, A father’s strength stands firm and bright. His quiet whispers, a guiding song,…
In the quiet hours before the dawn, A father rises, weary yet strong, His hands weathered, his heart unworn, Facing…
In the quiet corners of life Where shadows dance with the light A figure stands, steadfast and strong Guiding with…
In the quiet hours before the dawn, He rises with a heart worn and torn. Laboring in shadows, unseen, unknown,…
In the quiet of the morning light, A father’s shadow stretches long, With steady hands and heart so bright, He…
In the shadows of morning light, A figure stands, silent and bright, With hands that hold the world so tight,…
In the quiet dawn he rises, steadfast and strong, Bearing the weight of dreams on weary shoulders. His hands, weathered…
In the silence of the night, he stands, A guardian with gentle hands, Whispering dreams, weaving light, Guiding us through…
In the quiet hours of dawnâs embrace, He rises with dreams tucked away, Bearing the weight with gentle grace, His…
In the quiet strength of fathersâ hands, Lies a world of untold dreams and plans. Their silent whispers guide the…