In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
A father’s heart beats steady and true,
He carries dreams on shoulders broad,
A silent compass guiding through.
With eyes that hold the weight of years,
He watches over with gentle care,
A fortress built of love and fears,
A sanctuary where hearts can dare.
His hands are worn with time and toil,
Yet tender when they hold a child’s hand,
In his embrace, the world uncoils,
A safe harbor in shifting sand.
The echoes of his laughter, like a song,
Resonate in the hearts he has raised,
In every step, where we belong,
A fatherâs love, forever praised.