In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and dreams are born,
Lies a promise, soft yet strong,
In the heart where hope belongs.
Through the night, the stars will guide,
Amidst the dark, they wonât hide,
Every glimmer, a silent prayer,
That hope will always linger there.
When the storm clouds gather high,
And tears fall from the weeping sky,
Remember this, in every strife,
Hope is the light that breathes life.
So hold on tight, embrace the fight,
Let hopeâs flame burn ever bright,
For in its warmth, we find our way,
To a brighter, better day.