In the quiet of the twilight hour,
Whispers of dreams begin to flower.
A symphony of hope softly sings,
As night unfolds its gentle wings.

Stars flicker with a tender light,
Guiding hearts through darkest night.
Each glimmer holds a promise true,
That dawn will bring a sky of blue.

Through shadows deep and valleys low,
Hope’s gentle flame continues to glow.
A constant friend in times of sorrow,
Lighting paths towards tomorrow.

So hold on tight, through storm and rain,
For hope will ease the deepest pain.
In every whisper, every sigh,
Hope lifts our spirits, letting us fly.