In the quiet shadows, he stands,
A beacon of light in the chaos,
His heart a fortress of strength,
Guiding us through stormy nights.
Whispers of courage he breathes,
In moments when hope seems lost,
With each step, he carves a path,
Through valleys of doubt and fear.
A gentle whisper, a steadfast gaze,
He holds the world with tender hands,
With silent battles fought alone,
He writes the tales of unsung lands.
Beyond the dawn, his spirit soars,
Embracing all the scars and dreams,
A hero not in name but in soul,
He is the light that forever gleams.