In the silence of empty streets,
Where shadows cast their lingering spell,
A whisper of hope gently beats,
Promising tales yet to tell.

Beneath the masks and distant eyes,
A spark of courage dares to rise,
In every heart, a fire ignites,
Defying the darkened skies.

The world may pause, yet dreams persist,
In solitude, new strengths unfold,
Through every tear, a silver mist,
That paints the future bold.

So let us hold this fragile thread,
Of hope that weaves through every day,
For even in the deepest dread,
A brighter dawn will find its way.