In the quiet dawn, he rises with the sun,
A heart of gold, his battles never done.
With every step, he carves a trail so bold,
A story of courage, in echoes retold.

Through storms and shadows, he finds his way,
Guided by stars that never lead astray.
His dreams are woven in the fabric of night,
Crafting a legacy, a beacon of light.

Wisdom flows like rivers from his soul,
Teaching others, making broken hearts whole.
His voice a melody, gentle yet strong,
Inspiring those who feel they don’t belong.

A great man stands, a tower of grace,
In every heart, he leaves a sacred trace.
With love and honor, he walks this land,
Forever remembered, a guiding hand.