In the quiet depths of the night,
Where shadows dance and fears take flight,
A seed of hope begins to grow,
From the ashes of what we used to know.

The dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
Painting colors across the sky,
Whispers of change in the morning air,
Promise of renewal everywhere.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
Lessons learned and wisdom sought,
We rise anew, with hearts aflame,
Embracing life, never the same.

In every end, a new beginning,
In every loss, a silent winning,
For in the cycle of night and day,
The spirit of rebirth finds its way.