In the whisper of a name, a story unfolds,
A legacy carried, from young to old.
Each syllable, a piece of history,
Echoes of ancestors, in our identity.

Names are not mere words, but a melody,
Singing tales of joy, sorrow, and bravery.
They bind us to the past, and pave ways ahead,
A bridge between what’s lived and what’s said.

In every name, a hope, a dream, a fear,
Cradled in the letters, so precious, so dear.
They whisper who we are, who we might be,
In names, we find our identity.

So wear your name with pride, let it be known,
A badge of honor, a seed you’ve sown.
For in names, our essence comes alive,
In their embrace, we truly thrive.