In whispers and in shouts it lives,
A name that dances on the lips.
It carries tales of those before,
And opens wide the future’s door.

A name can be a gentle breeze,
A melody that puts at ease.
Or it can roar like thunder’s call,
A name that echoes, standing tall.

Through letters woven, stories told,
A name can shimmer, pure as gold.
It shapes the soul, it frames the mind,
In every heart, a name we find.

So cherish well the name you wear,
For in its sound, your life laid bare.
A name’s a gift of endless grace,
A beacon in the vastest space.