In the quiet before the dawn’s first light,
Whispers of hope take flight,
Painting dreams on the canvas of night,
Promising a future, vibrant and bright.

Through the storm and the darkest plight,
Hope shines as a beacon, pure and white,
A gentle reminder in the endless fight,
That beyond the clouds, lies the sun’s invite.

When shadows loom and hearts feel tight,
Hope emerges, a guiding knight,
Lifting spirits with its warm delight,
Turning despair into a hopeful sight.

So hold on to hope, with all your might,
For it will carry you through the night,
To a new day, filled with light,
Where dreams take flight, soaring high and bright.