In the whispers of the night he walks,
A gentle soul with quiet might,
His heart a beacon in the dark,
Guiding lost souls to the light.
With hands that mend and words that heal,
He builds a bridge where others divide,
In every act, a story sealed,
A testament to the love inside.
His eyes, a window to the calm,
A shelter from the storm’s embrace,
In his presence, hearts find balm,
A sanctuary, a gentle place.
Through silent strength and steadfast grace,
He walks a path of humble pride,
A good man leaves a lasting trace,
In every life heâs touched and tied.