In the silent chambers of our heart, Where echoes of laughter softly start, Jermaine's spirit dances, ever bright, In the gentle whispers of the night. His laughter, a melody, wild and free, A tune that lingers in memory's sea. His jokes, like stars that paint the sky, Glittering with joy that will never die. Though the world may call him away, His warmth in our hearts will forever stay. For in each smile we bravely share, Jermaine lives on, tenderly, there.