In the quiet of the night, a star went dim,
A father’s love, now but a hymn.
His laughter echoes in the halls,
Yet silence answers when we call.

Beneath the sky, we sit and wonder,
About the life that was torn asunder.
Memories like whispers in the breeze,
His presence felt in rustling leaves.

Days go by, and nights grow longer,
Without his strength, we must be stronger.
His wisdom guides us from afar,
As he watches, our guiding star.

Though he’s gone, his love remains,
In our hearts, it coursing veins.
Forever missed, but never far,
Our father, now a shining star.