In the silent whispers of the night,
Hopeâs gentle light begins to rise,
A beacon shining ever bright,
Guiding hearts through stormy skies.
When shadows fall and spirits wane,
Hope’s tender flame persists unfazed,
A promise that through joy and pain,
Our dreams will find their destined ways.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Hopeâs voice calls out, a soothing song,
Encouraging the weary sigh,
To take a step, to journey on.
With every dawn and twilightâs glow,
Hope weaves its thread through time and space,
A tapestry that we all know,
Embracing lifeâs eternal grace.