In the quiet hours before the dawn,
He rises with a heart worn and torn.
Laboring in shadows, unseen, unknown,
A father’s love, silently sown.

His hands are calloused, a testament to toil,
Building dreams upon unyielding soil.
Through storms and trials, he stands tall,
A pillar of strength, never to fall.

While others rest, he carries the weight,
Bearing burdens, embracing fate.
His dreams set aside, a selfless plight,
For his family’s future, he fights the night.

In whispered prayers, his hopes reside,
A father’s sacrifice, a silent guide.
Though shadows of doubt may sometimes appear,
His love shines brightly, forever near.