In the quiet moments before dawn’s light,
A hero stands with courage untold;
Silent strength in the darkest night,
A guardian whose heart is bold.
Against the winds and raging storms,
They rise with unwavering grace;
Their spirit, a beacon that warms,
Lighting paths in the coldest space.
No accolades or grand applause,
Just whispered thanks in the wind;
For every battle fought for the cause,
Their legacy in hearts is pinned.
With every step, they leave a trace,
Of love and hope, gently sown;
A hero’s journey, a timeless embrace,
In every soul, their light has grown.