In the shadowed embrace of night,Where dreams and fears entwine,A flicker of hope takes flight,Guiding the lost with its gentle shine.Amidst the chaos and the storm,When hearts are weary and sore,A quiet strength begins to form,Promising solace forevermore.Each tear that falls like rain,Feeds the seeds of tomorrow’s bloom,Transforming sorrow, mending pain,In the cradle of the moon’s soft loom.So hold fast to the silver thread,That weaves through the darkest night,For even when all seems dead,Hope paints the sky with morning light.