In the quiet dawn, the world awakens,
With whispered hopes and dreams unspoken,
Beneath the burden, hearts are shaken,
Silent cries in shadows broken.

A mother’s tear, a father’s strain,
The weight of love, the silent pain,
For futures bright, they bear the rain,
In selfless acts, they break the chain.

The soldier’s march, the healer’s hand,
Their silent vows, a sacred stand,
Through darkest nights, they light the land,
With strength and grace, they understand.

And in the end, the echoes clear,
The silent symphony we hear,
Of sacrifices held so dear,
A testament to love sincere.