In the quiet dusk of evening’s glow,
A gentle breeze whispers secrets low,
Where shadows dance and memories play,
A father’s love begins to fade away.

With every heartbeat, soft and slow,
A lullaby of years long ago,
In silent tears, we hold him near,
In the echo of love, we cast our fear.

The stars above, they softly gleam,
Guiding him to the land of dreams,
His voice, a melody, tender and light,
Brings peace to the heart, in the depth of night.

Though he journeys beyond our sight,
His spirit remains, a guiding light,
In every breath, in every sigh,
A father’s love will never die.