Beneath the weight of endless night,
When shadows weave through dreams in flight,
A whisper stirs of morning’s light,
Promising a world made bright.

In the heart of every silent tear,
Lies a seed of hope so clear,
That through the pain we persevere,
To find the dawn we hold so dear.

Though storms may rage and winds may howl,
And darkest clouds above may scowl,
Hope’s gentle touch will disavow,
The fears that in our hearts may prowl.

So hold on tight to dreams that gleam,
Through every trial, and every scheme,
For hope remains our guiding beam,
Leading us toward a brighter dream.