In the quiet of the night, hope softly sings,
A gentle whisper on the wings of dreams.
It weaves through shadows, casting light,
In the heart’s chamber, igniting bright beams.

When the world wears a cloak of gray,
Hope dances in colors unseen, untouched.
It paints the sky with hues of a new day,
In every heart, its melody gently brushed.

Through tangled paths and winding roads,
Hope stands steadfast, a guiding star.
In its embrace, burdens become lighter loads,
And distant goals never feel too far.

In every tear, a seed of hope is sown,
In every storm, a calm is born anew.
With each dawn, its strength is shown,
A promise that the world will renew.