In whispers of dawn, where dreams take flight,
A spark ignites, dispelling the night.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Hope whispers softly, “You will rise.”

When shadows cast their darkest veil,
And hearts are heavy, spirits frail,
Remember, in the quiet and still,
Hope weaves its magic, bends the will.

In every tear, a story lies,
Of battles fought beneath the skies.
The strength to stand, to fight, to cope,
Is born from seeds of endless hope.

So hold on tight and face the storm,
For in the end, you’ll be reborn.
In life’s embrace, both rough and kind,
Hope is the light you’ll always find.