In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance with the moon’s soft light,
A melody of dreams begins to play,
Guiding hearts that have lost their way.

Through the darkest hours and silent tears,
Hope arises, dispelling fears,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
Illuminating each weary face.

Stars above paint tales of old,
Of courage, of love, of stories untold,
They sing a promise, pure and bright,
That dawn will follow every night.

So hold on tight to that silver thread,
Let hope be the light that lies ahead,
For in every heart, a flame does glow,
A beacon of hope, forever aglow.