In the quiet of the night, stars softly gleam,
A promise of light in the heart’s dream,
Whispers of hope in the gentle breeze,
Carrying tales of what the heart sees.

Amidst shadows, a flicker ignites,
A beacon of warmth in the coldest nights,
Hope rises with each tender sigh,
Painting the sky with colors of why.

The river of time flows ever wide,
Guiding the soul through the ebbing tide,
In its currents, hope finds a way,
To hold the dawn of a brighter day.

With every breath, a new chance to see,
The beauty of dreams that set us free,
Hope, an eternal flame within,
Awakening the strength to begin.