I will use my time.
Not as shadow fleeing light,
But as flame kindling every night.
Where love once walked, I’ll tread again—
Through ash and rain, through loss and gain.

The silence left when the brave fall,
Is not the end—it is the call.
To speak, to build, to rise anew,
In every hour, I’ll honour you.

Let endings bloom into a dawn,
Where courage lingers, never gone.
I will not waste what you made mine—
I will use my time.