In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
He rises with dreams tucked away,
Bearing the weight with gentle grace,
His hopes for us, a bright array.

Hands calloused from endless toil,
Yet tender in their loving touch,
Each day on unforgiving soil,
His silent strength, it means so much.

Through storms he walks, a steadfast guide,
Shielding us from the world’s fierce flame,
His sacrifices, a rolling tide,
Echoing love without a claim.

Beneath the stars, his dreams ignite,
In every shadow, his courage shown,
A father’s heart in endless flight,
His sacrifice, our cornerstone.