In the cradle of endless night,
Where shadows weave their silent threads,
A flicker of light begins its flight,
Guiding dreams where starlight treads.

Hope, a tender spark in the dark,
Breathes life into the weary heart,
A gentle promise, a sacred mark,
Whispering, “This is just the start.”

Through the storm and the restless sea,
Hope stands firm, a lighthouse gleam,
A beacon where lost souls long to be,
Awakening the forgotten dream.

As dawn unfurls its golden hues,
Hope’s gentle wings embrace the skies,
With every breath, the world renews,
In its embrace, our spirits rise.