In the quiet dawn of a weary heart,
Lies the whispered tales of sacrifice,
Unseen in the shadows, playing their part,
Binding lives with threads so precise.
Beneath the weight of countless dreams,
Hands that toil, never seeking fame,
Carrying burdens, silent it seems,
Yet the world would never be the same.
A candle’s flame flickers in the night,
Offering warmth in the coldest hour,
Shedding its light, a beacon so bright,
A testament to unyielding power.
Remember the echoes in the silent air,
The unspoken love in a simple act,
For every sacrifice made with care,
Is a legacy that will always impact.