In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
Light spills gently upon the earth,
A promise of hope gently drawn,
With every morning, a new rebirth.

Through the tangled woods of despair,
It weaves a path with golden thread,
Illuminating what was once bare,
Filling hearts with dreams widespread.

Shadows may dance and clouds may loom,
Yet light persists, unwavering and true,
Dispelling darkness, banishing gloom,
Renewing faith in skies so blue.

Hold onto the light, let it lead,
Through winding roads and uncertain ways,
For in its glow, hearts are freed,
And hope’s eternal flame forever stays.