In the quiet hours of the night,
Where shadows stretch and linger long,
A weary soul takes flight,
Searching for a hopeful song.

Eyes heavy with the weight of dreams,
Each step a silent plea,
The world is not as it seems,
When fatigue becomes the only guarantee.

Yet in the gray of endless days,
Amidst the sighs and silent cries,
A spark of light still plays,
Whispering of brighter skies.

For in the heart of every ache,
Resilience finds its way,
And though the road may shake,
Hope holds the night at bay.