In the shadows where stories sleep,
Ancestors whisper secrets deep.
Guardians of memories, old and wise,
Their presence felt beneath the skies.

They walked the paths we now tread,
Carving trails from dreams unsaid.
In every heartbeat, their spirit flows,
Through the rivers of time, their legacy grows.

We are the echoes of their past,
In every triumph, their shadows cast.
With gentle guidance, they light our way,
Silent companions through night and day.

As leaves fall and seasons change,
Their wisdom endures through time’s range.
Ancestors, our timeless guides,
In their love, our strength abides.