The Generation

In ancient halls, where portraits loom,

And dusty tapestries wave,

Lie tales of family, love and gloom,

Of sacrifice, and the brave.

From ancestors with hardened face,

To children yet to be,

Each thread that links our cherished race,

Holds stories of land and sea.

A mother's touch, a father's pride,

In history's dance they waltz.

Brave souls who took life's stormy ride,

Their love, the anchor that halts.

For bloodlines drawn, and fates entwined,

In parchment scrolls they're penned.

Yet the truest tales, the heart will find,

Are those where love doesn’t end.

Are those where love doesn’t end.

Are those where love doesn’t end.