In the quiet hours of dawn, she rises, With tender hands and a heart so wise, Cradling dreams and wiping…
Beneath the weight of silent nights, Where dreams are forged in secret light, There lies a heart, both strong and…
In the heart of every brave soul, Lies a fire that never fades, A beacon guiding through the storm, A…
In the quiet dawn they rise, without complaint or sigh, Their dreams put on hold, for our future they vie.…
In the cradle of their arms, we first find light, A beacon in the stormy seas of night, Their whispers…
In the quiet hours of the night, they stand, Watching over dreams with a gentle hand. Through storms and sunshine,…
In the silent whispers of the night, They guard our dreams with tender might. Their love, a flame that always…