In the twilight of his fading light,
Where whispers dance with the setting sun,
A gentle soul takes its flight,
Leaving behind battles fought and won.

With every heartbeat slowing down,
Memories flood like an endless stream,
A father’s love, a lasting crown,
Held close in the echoes of a dream.

The world seems softer, a muted hue,
In the quiet moments of letting go,
There’s peace in what we once knew,
In the tears that silently flow.

Though his voice may fade away,
His spirit lingers in the air,
Guiding us through night and day,
In every whispered prayer.