In the quiet whispers of the night,
Expectations rise, taking flight,
Dreams woven in the fabric of the skies,
Hopes tangled in the stars’ gentle sighs.
With every dawn, a new promise grows,
Unseen paths where the future flows,
Hearts beating with silent prayers,
Eyes searching for what the soul dares.
Yet shadows linger, doubts entwine,
Expectations falter, hopes decline,
The weight of wishes, a heavy chain,
Through the darkness, we seek again.
But in the end, when night is still,
Expectations bend to our will,
For in the heartâs quiet, steadfast fight,
We find our way to the promised light.