In the quiet nights, they stay awake,
Weaving dreams for our tomorrow,
Their hands, though weary, never break,
Holding us through joy and sorrow.

They walk the path of endless give,
Their hearts a beacon, bright and true,
For every breath we take, they live,
Sacrificing all they knew.

Through storms and trials, they stand tall,
Their love a shield, a guiding light,
In every rise and every fall,
They are the stars in our night.

So let us cherish, honor, and see,
The silent heroes in our midst,
For in their sacrifice, we are free,
Their love the greatest, purest gift.