In the heart of tongues, a story sewn, Where echoes of ancestors softly drone. Tagalog verses, whispers of time, Cradle our history, echo like chime. Language is love, a bond so divine, Rooted in soil where old spirits entwine. Through words we preserve, through script we ignite, The flames of our past, a luminous light. In language's keep, our heritage stays, Guarding the tales of bright yesterdays. In every syllable, in every line, Our past and our future gracefully align.