In whispers of names softly spoken,
Echoes of lives lived and dreams awoken,
Each syllable a thread of history’s loom,
Weaving identity through shadow and bloom.

A name given at dawn, a promise untold,
Carved in the silence, warm and bold,
It carries the weight of heritage deep,
In its embrace, the heartbeats keep.

Through seasons of change and paths unknown,
Names evolve, yet remain our own,
Reflecting the journey, the scars, the grace,
The essence of life in a sacred space.

In the tapestry of existence, names entwine,
Roots of the past, branches that shine,
An eternal dance of identity’s quest,
In every name, a soul finds rest.