In the stillness of the morning light,
Where shadows fade and dreams take flight,
A whisper of hope begins to rise,
Painting colors in the sky.
Through the darkest nights we roam,
Searching for a place called home,
Yet hope remains, our guiding star,
Leading us to where we are.
When the world feels cold and gray,
And youâve lost your way to pray,
Remember that the dawn will break,
With hope alive for our sake.
So hold on tight, through storm and fear,
For hope is always near,
In every heart, a spark of light,
To guide us through the night.