In the cloak of night, the streets lie still,
A distant echo of freedom’s will,
Soldiers march with a heavy tread,
In silence, dreams are softly shed.

The moon observes with a watchful eye,
As whispers rise to meet the sky,
In every heart a quiet plea,
For the dawn to set the silence free.

Underneath the starlit dome,
The night’s embrace feels less like home,
Yet hope is a flame that flickers bright,
Guiding souls through the endless night.

In shadows deep, the courage grows,
In muted strength, the spirit knows,
That even in the darkest hour,
Love and freedom wield their power.