In the quiet whisper of the morning light,
Lies a promise of a brand new day.
The shadows of the night take flight,
And dreams take their rightful place.

With every sunrise, a chance is born,
To mend the broken, to heal the torn.
The world is painted with hues so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Hope is the ember that never dies,
A spark that ignites the weary heart.
It lifts our spirits to the skies,
And gives us strength to restart.

So, let us walk with heads held high,
Embrace the journey, come what may.
For in the heart of every sigh,
Lives the dawn of a brighter day.