In the quiet whispers of the night,
When stars whisper secrets to the moon,
There stand the silent guardians,
Carving dreams in the shadows’ tune.
Their hands, rough with years of toil,
Speak tales of love in every touch,
Building bridges through life’s turmoil,
In simple gestures that mean so much.
Eyes that have seen both joy and pain,
Reflecting the world’s intricate dance,
Yet in their gaze, pure and plain,
Lies a promise of another chance.
O’ parents, the pillars of our dreams,
With hearts as vast as the endless sea,
In your embrace, the world redeems,
And we find the courage to be free.