In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world rests, they stay awake,
Watching over dreams with tender might,
Hearts full of love that never break.
Through storms and trials they stand tall,
Shielding us from life’s cruel blows,
Catching us each time we fall,
With a strength that only a parent knows.
Their hands, though weary, never tire,
Building bridges for our dreams,
Lighting up paths with gentle fire,
Guiding us to lifeâs tranquil streams.
Their sacrifice, a silent song,
Echoes in our hearts, forever clear,
In their love, we find where we belong,
A bond unbroken, year after year.