In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where shadows dance and daylight fades,
A whisper echoes, soft and cold,
In the silent halls where hope degrades.

The weight of night, a heavy shroud,
Wraps tightly ’round the heart’s despair,
While dreams dissolve in a cloudy crowd,
And leave the spirit gasping for air.

Yet beneath the dark, a flicker stays,
A fragile light in the heart’s deep core,
A gentle promise of brighter days,
To lift the shadow, restore once more.

So rise, dear heart, from the silent gloom,
Embrace the dawn with tender grace,
For even in the darkest room,
The light of hope finds its place.