In shadows cast by fleeting light,
Where unsung heroes dwell with might,
A tale unfolds, a story untold,
Of one who soared, yet remained in cold.
Amidst the noise, the clamor, the strife,
A figure stood, unseen, in life.
While others sought the spotlight's gleam,
This soul embraced the humblest dream.
Through crowded streets and bustling fray,
They toiled on, day after day,
A beacon of selflessness, pure and true,
With heart aflame, their purpose grew.
Their actions whispered, soft and kind,
A gentle touch to heal the blind,
They did not seek the laurels of fame,
But rather, sought to quell hearts aflame.
In every corner, their presence graced,
A tender smile, a warm embrace,
They saw the struggle, the pain, the fears,
And wiped away the veil of tears.
Yet in this tale of the unsung hero,
Lies a lesson profound, we ought to know,
For if we cease to weigh worth by acclaim,
More wonders await and distraction have no fame.
For when we cease to worry who's revered,
And focus instead on what's endeared,
A symphony of passion shall arise,
Unleashing potential beneath the skies.
Let's cast aside the need for fame,
And recognize greatness in each name,
For it's in unity, we find our might,
To conquer darkness, embrace the light.
So, sing the praises of the unsung,
And let their noble deeds be the reason we won,
Together we shall rise, united in glee,
When we set Gods humane race free.
-TM