When days are dim and nights are long,
The heart grows weary, the spirit less strong.
In shadows deep, we search for light,
Struggling through the endless night.

The burdens heavy, the path unclear,
We walk through valleys filled with fear.
Yet in the dark, a spark may glow,
A sign of hope amidst the woe.

Through trials faced, and sorrows borne,
We find our strength, though hearts are torn.
For every storm must pass away,
Bringing forth a brighter day.

So hold on tight, through hard times’ strain,
For after darkness, comes the rain.
And in the end, the sun will rise,
To greet us with its golden skies.