In the silent whispers of the night,
I hear the echoes of ancient souls,
Their stories floating on the breeze,
Carving paths through time’s endless scrolls.

Beneath the stars, their spirits rise,
Guiding us with unseen hands,
Their wisdom woven in our hearts,
Like threads in life’s intricate strands.

Through the ages, their voices call,
A melody of love and strife,
In every heartbeat, every breath,
They live within our very life.

So, let us honor those before,
Whose footprints paved our way,
For in their shadows, we find light,
And strength to face each day.