In the quiet of the night, I hear their call,
Whispers of wisdom, stories of the fall.
From lands far and wide, their voices blend,
Ancestors unseen, yet always a friend.

In dreams they visit, with eyes so kind,
Guiding my steps, bringing peace of mind.
Through trials and tribulations, they stand by,
Their legacy enduring, reaching to the sky.

The strength in my veins, a gift from the past,
Their courage and love, forever to last.
With each breath I take, their spirits reside,
In the heart of my soul, they quietly abide.

So I honor their tales, their struggles and fight,
Carrying their torch, through the darkest night.
For in their shadows, I find my light,
Ancestors’ whispers, guiding me right.