In the quiet of the morning light, His strength whispers through the air, A steadfast guide, ever present, With hands…
In the quiet dawn, he rises alone, With dreams deferred, his path is shown, Toiling endlessly, hands worn with grace,…
In the quiet of the night, he stands, A sentinel in shadows cast by moonlit beams. His hands, calloused by…
In the quiet of the night, a father’s love stands tall, Through every storm and trial, he answers every call.…
In the quiet dawn of morning light, He rises before the break of day, With weary eyes that hold no…