In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where dreams and fears entwine,
The shadows whisper softly,
A tale of hope’s decline.
The stars above seem distant,
Their light a fading glow,
As whispers turn to echoes,
Of a heart that feels so low.
The winds of change grow silent,
Their promises lost to time,
And in the stillness of the night,
Hope feels like a distant chime.
Yet in the deepest darkness,
Where despair takes its throne,
A flicker of forgotten dreams,
Yearns to find its way home.