In the quiet of the night, I wander,
To a land where dreams take flight,
Where whispers of hope grow fonder,
Beneath the stars’ gentle light.

Mountains of promise rise high,
Valleys of peace stretch wide,
In this realm, my spirit can fly,
On wings of the heart’s own guide.

Rivers of time flow slowly,
Carving paths of endless grace,
In this dream, I’m wholly,
Lost in its warm embrace.

Here, no shadows linger long,
Every moment a song of bliss,
In my dream where I belong,
In a world as pure as this.