In the quiet of the morning, they rise,
Bearing the weight of dreams and days,
With hands that cradle and eyes that guide,
They pave the paths where our futures lay.

Silent warriors of love and care,
Their strength unseen, yet always there,
Through storms and sunshine, they remain,
Our steadfast anchors in joy and pain.

Their voices a melody of wisdom and grace,
Whispering hope in the darkest place,
With every sacrifice and every tear,
They build a world where we hold no fear.

In every heartbeat, in every prayer,
Their love echoes, eternal and rare,
For parents are the unseen stars,
Guiding us, no matter how far.