In the quiet of the night, a mind wanders,
Caught in webs of what-ifs and fears,
Chasing shadows of doubts that linger,
While the heart quietly sheds its tears.

The moonlight whispers gentle promises,
Yet the storm inside clings to despair,
In the dance of thoughts, hope vanishes,
Leaving the soul tangled in the air.

Every heartbeat echoes a silent plea,
For peace to find its way through the storm,
Yet worry holds its grip, refusing to free,
A restless mind that seeks to transform.

When morning breaks, a new dawn appears,
With light that gently kisses the night,
Hope returns, dispelling the fears,
And the soul once more takes flight.