In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Whispers of despair, they softly weep,
Lost in the echoes of forgotten hope,
Struggling in the darkness, finding no rope.
The dreams that once brightly shone,
Now lie broken, cold, and alone,
Hearts once full of vibrant light,
Now dimmed, fading out of sight.
A future once clear, now obscured,
By the fears that have matured,
A flicker of light, so faint and slight,
Drowned by the endless night.
Yet in this void, a silent plea,
For a spark, a chance to see,
That even in the darkest hour,
Hope can find the strength to flower.