In the quiet of the midnight hour,
When shadows stretch and silence reigns,
Comes the whisper of the final breath,
A gentle sigh that ends all pains.
The stars above, they softly gleam,
As if to guide the soul away,
To realms unknown, a distant dream,
Where night gives way to endless day.
Weep not for those who leave this place,
For they have found eternal rest,
In fields of peace, in love’s embrace,
Where hearts are whole and truly blessed.
So let us cherish every hour,
And hold our loved ones close and dear,
For life is but a fragile flower,
That blooms and fades; yet love stays near.