Cebuano Soul

On sun-kissed shores where mangoes ripen,
Cebuano voices rise and deepen.
Sinulog drums beat ancient rhythms,
As history whispers through stone and stem.

Magellan’s cross stands tall and proud,
A testament to faith endowed.
Yet older spirits linger still,
In bamboo groves on every hill.

Lechon roasts on spits that turn,
While Bisaya tongues with laughter burn.
Guitars strum soft on balmy nights,
As fireflies dance like twinkling lights.

From Mactan’s reefs to Busay’s falls,
A culture rich in nature’s halls.
Sinulog dancers whirl and sway,
Honoring past and present day.

In markets bustling, voices blend,
Where “Maayong buntag” greets each friend.
Cebuano heart, both fierce and kind,
In every smile, a welcome signed.

Through change and time, traditions hold,
A people’s spirit, bright and bold.
Cebuano pride, a living flame,
In every soul who bears the name.