In the silence of the night, a name is softly spoken,
An echo through the ages, a tale yet unbroken.
Whispers of identity, a melody so sweet,
A dance with destiny, where time and fate meet.

Through the winds of change, my name takes flight,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.
Each syllable a story, each letter a rhyme,
Carved in the annals, transcending time.

The world may turn, and seasons may fade,
But my name remains, a serenade.
In the hearts of those who remember,
A flame that burns, an eternal ember.

So I walk this path, with pride and grace,
Embracing my name, in life’s vast space.
For it is more than a word, more than a sound,
It is my essence, my soul unbound.