As night surrenders to the dawn,
And shadows flee from morning’s grace,
Our hearts find strength to carry on,
In hope’s warm and tender embrace.

The darkest storm may rage and roar,
Yet through the tempest, light will weave,
A promise whispered evermore,
That hope will never cease to breathe.

With every step, though paths are steep,
And dreams seem distant, far away,
Hope whispers softly, “Do not weep,”
For dawn will break with each new day.

So hold to hope with steadfast hand,
And let your spirit rise and soar,
For in its light, you’ll understand,
That hope will guide you evermore.