In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
A gentle glow begins to rise,
Illuminating the darkened skies.
Through the veil of twilight’s grace,
Light weaves its way, a tender embrace,
Painting hope in every ray,
Guiding lost souls who have gone astray.
The dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Promising a day thatâs fresh and new,
Banishing the whispers of despair,
With light’s tender touch, so rare.
In every flicker, in every gleam,
Lies the magic of an eternal dream,
For in the heart of every night,
Shines the promise of morning light.