In the heart of Cebu, a beat so wild,
Where rhythm ignites, a tradition mild.
Sinulog unfolds, a festival grand,
Where faith, culture, and fervor expand.
With streets adorned in bursts of color,
Processions sway, hearts beat bolder.
Santo Niño, the beacon of grace,
Leads the faithful with love's embrace.
Drums resound, a captivating call,
Drawing dancers in a rhythmic thrall.
Hips swaying, feet agile and free,
In unity, they move, a joyous spree.
In tribal steps and vibrant attire,
They tell tales of legends and desire.
Masks adorned, spirits come alive,
Embodying stories that forever thrive.
The cadence crescendos, the energy surges,
In a celebration that the soul emerges.
Spectators clap, voices raised in cheer,
As the sinulog spirit touches hearts near.
For this festival is more than a dance,
It's a testament to faith and chance.
A tapestry of culture, woven strong,
Uniting souls in a harmony song.
So let the rhythm of the sinulog guide,
As we celebrate with joy and pride.
In the streets of Cebu, where spirits meet,
Experience the beat, a rhythm so sweet.
In sinulog's sway, we find release,
A haven of joy, a moment of peace.
Through its cadence, cultures blend,
A symphony of rhythm without an end.