In the quiet of the night, their voices call,
Echoes of lives that built the path we tread.
Guiding us gently with wisdomâs thrall,
Ancestors’ dreams where our futures are led.
Through the rustling leaves and ancient stones,
Stories of courage and love softly unfold.
In every heartbeat, their presence is known,
A timeless bond, in whispers retold.
Their journeys etched in the fabric of time,
Lessons of strength in the face of storms.
In their shadows, we find our own rhyme,
A lineage of hope that forever transforms.
So we walk with reverence, hand in hand,
With those who came before, lighting the way.
Carrying forward their dreams, vast and grand,
In the tapestry of life, forever they stay.