Beneath the weary sky, I tread along,
With heavy eyes that trace the endless night,
Each step a whisper of a distant song,
In silence wrapped, I search for dawn’s faint light.

The stars, they flicker, weary in their glow,
As if to mirror burdens I have borne,
In quiet solitude, the shadows grow,
Embracing all that’s tattered and forlorn.

Yet hope, a fragile ember, flickers still,
Amidst the echoes of a tired heart,
It whispers softly, urging dreams to fill,
The hollow spaces where the shadows start.

In the depths of exhaustion, I find grace,
A gentle hand that lifts and guides me through,
Though tired, I rise to greet the morning’s face,
Renewed by dreams that cast the night anew.