In the silence of the night,
When shadows creep and voices fade,
A whisper of hope takes flight,
Guiding through the darkened glade.

Beneath the weight of weary days,
When dreams seem lost and hearts are torn,
Hope emerges through the haze,
A beacon for the forlorn.

In every tear and every sigh,
It finds a way to gently heal,
A promise that we will get by,
A strength that we can always feel.

So hold on tight, don’t let it go,
For hope is what will light the way,
Through every high and every low,
It turns the night into the day.