In the quiet of the night, when shadows loom,
A figure stands, unseen by the worldâs gaze,
Bearing the weight of countless hopes and dreams,
A hero emerges, cloaked in mystery’s haze.
Through storms and tempests, they tread alone,
With a heart unyielding, like stone it stands,
For those who falter, they are the guiding light,
A steady hand through life’s shifting sands.
In whispers carried by the windâs embrace,
Tales of their valor softly unfold,
Not for glory or the praise of men,
But for a promise made, a truth untold.
When dawn breaks and the world awakens anew,
Their deeds remain etched in the hearts they save,
A legacy of courage, sacrifice, and love,
The silent guardian, forever brave.