In the quiet moments of dawn,
When the world still sleeps,
Unsung heroes rise with the sun,
Their silent echoes of gratitude.

With hands that heal and hearts that mend,
They walk through shadows of despair,
Lighting up the darkest corners,
With the soft glow of their care.

Through storms and trials they stand,
Unwavering, steadfast, and true,
Their spirit a beacon of hope,
In a world that often forgets.

To the teachers, the healers, the friends,
The pillars of strength in our lives,
This humble tribute we extend,
In silent echoes of gratitude.