In quiet rooms, where silence sings,
Hope perches softly, on gentle wings.
A tune of light, in shadows cast,
A promise held, when trials pass.

Within the lines of Emily’s pen,
Hope finds its voice, again and again.
A bird that sings, without a pause,
In every heart, it leaves its cause.

Though storms may rise and winds may wail,
Hope is the anchor, that will not fail.
In darkest nights, its light will show,
A path of dreams, where we can go.

So let us hold, this gentle grace,
For in its warmth, we find our place.
A whisper soft, yet bold and bright,
Hope is the dawn, that ends the night.