In the stillness of the night we weep,
For those who’ve left, in eternal sleep.
The stars above, they seem so near,
Yet far they are, like those we hold dear.

The wind whispers through the trees,
Echoing our sorrows, carried on the breeze.
Memories linger, like the morning dew,
Each one a piece of us, lost yet true.

In the quiet moments, we find their trace,
Shadows of laughter, a fleeting embrace.
Though their voices fade, their love remains,
A gentle balm to soothe our pains.

So we hold on, with hearts so tender,
To the love they gave, our souls remember.
In our grief, we find our way,
Until we meet again, one fine day.