In the silent echo of the night,
Where shadows dance without a light,
A heart beats low, beneath the sky,
Wishing for wings, yet afraid to fly.

The world moves on, a distant haze,
In a fog of thoughts, a mind ablaze,
Yet whispers speak in muted tones,
Of dreams once held, now overthrown.

Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
A soul cries out in quiet refrains,
For in the depths of this despair,
Hope flickers faint, a fragile flare.

But even in this darkest hour,
A seed of strength begins to flower,
For every dawn must follow night,
And bring once more the gift of light.