In the shadows of the moonlit night,
Where whispers dance and hearts take flight,
A silent vow, a solemn prayer,
For those who tread the path of care.
Through fields of sorrow, valleys deep,
They walk the line, no time to weep,
Their dreams set by the wayside bare,
For love they give, beyond compare.
The weight they bear, unseen, unknown,
A testament to seeds they’ve sown,
In quiet strength, they stand, they fight,
A beacon in the darkest night.
The silent echoes of their plight,
Resonate through dawn’s first light,
A tribute to their endless might,
The sacrifice, our guiding light.