We give, we try, we lend our light,
In moments lost to silent night.
No echo comes, no praise, no cheer,
Just empty space where thanks might appear.
Yet still we sow with tender grace,
A kindness time cannot erase.
Though hearts we touch may never show
The seeds we plant, the love we grow.
Perhaps one day, a thought will rise,
A memory beneath their skies—
Of someone who believed, who cared,
Whose gentle strength was always there.
Until that dawn, please hear this now:
A thank you whispered, soft and proud.
For all you gave, for all you are—
You've lit the world, a quiet star.
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