In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze,
Carries whispers of tomorrow’s dawn,
Where dreams alight on wings of hope,
And skies are endless, pure and drawn.

Through the darkest hours we tread,
With hearts that beat in steady time,
Each step a promise, each breath a vow,
To rise again, to climb and climb.

As shadows fade and light appears,
Our spirits lift, our eyes awake,
For every tear that falls in sorrow,
A seed of courage, a heart to make.

So let us hold to hope’s embrace,
With faith that never will it part,
For in the whispers of the night,
Lies the dawn of a hopeful heart.