When shadows stretch across the weary land,
A gentle glow ignites the quiet skies.
Through whispered dreams and tender strands,
Hope whispers where the spirit lies.

Beneath the stars that watch and wait,
A flicker rises, warm and bright.
In every heart, a steadfast gate,
Opens wide to morning’s light.

The dawn unveils its golden thread,
Weaving tales of futures new.
In light, the fears and doubts are shed,
As hope reveals its vibrant hue.

Together, hand in hand, we find,
The strength to face what lies ahead.
In light and hope, our spirits bind,
As dreams awaken from their bed.