In ancient stones where stories sleep,
A tapestry of time unfolds,
Each whisper tells of journeys deep,
In silence, historyâs heart holds.
Beneath the arches, shadows dance,
In echoes of the past’s embrace,
A timeless song of fate and chance,
We find our roots, our sacred place.
The hands that built with dreams untold,
Their spirit lingers in the air,
In every brick, in every fold,
A legacy beyond compare.
Through halls of memory we tread,
With reverence for what came before,
In heritage, our souls are fed,
A bridge to futures we explore.