In whispers of the ancient wind,
Stories of old unfold,
Carved in stones and woven threads,
The legacy we hold.

Beneath the stars of centuries past,
Echoes of voices sing,
A dance of colors, vibrant tales,
In every note they ring.

The hands that built with love and care,
Now guide us through the night,
A bridge between the worlds we know,
Illuminating sight.

With every step, we honor those,
Who paved the paths we roam,
Their dreams and hopes, alive in us,
In heritage, our home.