In the quiet dawn of morning light,
A father’s love, a silent knight,
With every step, his steady hand,
Guides us through life’s shifting sand.

His eyes, a mirror of the skies,
Reflecting dreams that never die,
In whispered words and gentle grace,
He carves a path, a sacred space.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
In his embrace, a lesson taught,
That love is found in steadfast ways,
In silent nights and busy days.

A father’s heart, a beacon bright,
A guiding star in darkest night,
With every beat, a promise true,
To light our way, to see us through.