When shadows dance upon the walls,
And silence sings its ancient song,
Hope whispers softly through the halls,
Where weary hearts have waited long.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
Dreams unfurl their wings to fly,
Painting skies with endless grace,
As time and fears drift quietly by.

The dawn breaks with a promise new,
A canvas bright with morning’s hue,
Where every tear transforms the view,
And hope renews with colors true.

In every heart, a spark ignites,
A flame that never fades away,
Guiding through the darkest nights,
To find the light of a brighter day.