In the gentle dawn of morning light,
Where hopes converge and dreams take flight,
A village stands in unity’s embrace,
With every heart and smiling face.

Through the fields and by the stream,
Echoes of laughter, a shared dream,
Men and women, side by side,
Together, life’s burdens, they abide.

In the dance of hands and woven ties,
A tapestry of strength and ties,
Each step, a story, each voice, a song,
Binding the weak, making them strong.

The spirit of bayanihan, ever bright,
A beacon of hope in darkest night,
In unity, the heart finds its way,
Together, we rise, come what may.