In the quiet hours of the night,
When the stars shine their brightest,
A guiding light fades from sight,
Leaving hearts heavy and restless.
Memories linger like whispers,
In the corners of our minds,
Each one a precious fragment,
Of a father, loving and kind.
His voice now an echo,
In the chambers of our hearts,
His wisdom still guiding,
Though weâre now worlds apart.
Though his presence feels distant,
His love remains ever near,
In every tear we shed,
His spirit we hold dear.