In the whisper of a name, lies a tale untold,
A tapestry of dreams, woven in threads of gold.
Each syllable a journey, each letter a path,
A reflection of the essence, in a world so vast.
Names are shadows, cast by the heartâs light,
They dance in the silence, through day and night.
Carved in time’s memory, they echo and sing,
A symphony of stories, on life’s eternal string.
In every name, a legacy, both old and new,
A bridge to the past, and a promise too.
They carry the weight of love, joy, and pain,
A beacon of identity, in sun and rain.
So cherish the name, for it holds the key,
To the soul’s own music, wild and free.
Let it be a testament, to who we are,
A shining star, in the sky of identity, near and far.