In shadows deep where whispers lie,
The silence speaks, as moments fly,
A gentle touch, the final sigh,
In twilight’s arms, we softly die.

The river flows, a silent stream,
Through fields of gold, a distant dream,
Life’s fleeting dance, the stars agleam,
In night’s embrace, we find our theme.

Beneath the sky of endless grace,
We journey on, a timeless race,
In every tear, a tender trace,
Of love that holds in death’s embrace.

So let us walk with gentle care,
In life’s embrace, forever rare,
In every breath, a whispered prayer,
To find the peace that’s waiting there.