In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
A soul departs, in gentle sway.
The whispers of the wind, so cold,
Tell tales of lives, now grown old.

Beneath the stars, a silence deep,
We find our solace, and softly weep.
The echoes of their laughter, gone,
Yet in our hearts, they linger on.

The world seems dim, the colors fade,
As we recall the times we shared.
In every breath, in every sigh,
Their spirit soars, beyond the sky.

Though tears may fall, and hearts may ache,
Their memory, we shall not forsake.
For in our minds, they live anew,
A love eternal, pure and true.