In the quiet hours before the sun
Dreams take flight on silent wings
A tapestry of hope unfurls
Guiding hearts to endless springs
Between the shadows and the light
A symphony of whispers sings
Inspiration’s gentle touch ignites
The courage that new day brings
Each ray of dawn a gentle call
To rise above the nightâs embrace
To seek the path where dreams reside
In every heart, a sacred place
Through valleys deep and mountains high
The spirit soars with wings unbound
Inspirationâs voice a guiding star
To find the light where dreams are found