In the quiet whispers of the night,
When stars paint stories in the sky,
A promise of tomorrow glows bright,
In dreams where all our hopes lie.

The moon casts shadows on our fears,
While the sun awaits its rise,
Tomorrow’s light will dry our tears,
And bring new life to tired eyes.

Through endless dark, we find our way,
Guided by the morning’s gleam,
With every dawn, a brand new day,
To chase the echoes of our dream.

So let us rest with hearts serene,
As night gives way to morning’s grace,
For in tomorrow’s gentle scene,
We find our hope, our saving place.