In far lands, silent fields do call, Among the stars, where dreams could fall, An OFW with brave heart treads, With hopes as light as silken threads. In letters sent, love's voice prevails, Across the sea where spirit sails. Beneath the weight of trials borne, A soul stands firm, both scarred and worn. Through lonely nights and silent tears, Their courage fights the deepest fears. For family waits with arms outspread, In every prayer, their hopes are fed.