In lands where ancient whispers fade, The native tongues, in shadows, stayed; Yet rise they must, with echoes clear, For unity finds solace here. Through Filipino's nurturing grace, A tapestry of voices trace. In every word, in every rhyme, Lies the strength of a shared time. Katutubong wika sings with pride, In harmony, all hearts abide. A nation's soul, in language found, Makasaysayan, our bonds are bound. Thus let us cherish, let us weave, A future where these voices cleave. For in each syllable's embrace, Unbroken stands our common place.