In the heart of shadows, where whispers fade,Hope flickers gently, a guiding flame;Amidst the storm, where dreams are frayed,It weaves a path, calling your name.Through weary nights and endless rain,Its light persists, never to wane;Though doubts may rise and fears may claim,Hope stands strong, a steadfast frame.In every tear and silent plea,It breathes new life, setting you free;With whispered words, it softly sings,Of brighter days and wondrous things.So hold it close, this gentle spark,Through every trial, through every dark;Let it guide you, let it inspire,Hope, the ember that never tires.