In the shadowed silence of the night,
Whispering winds carry dreams anew,
As stars weave paths of golden light,
Hope emerges, painting skies blue.

Beneath the canopy of endless skies,
Hearts find solace in the dawn’s glow,
Each ray a promise that never dies,
Guiding where weary souls must go.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Hope’s gentle echo softly calls,
With every step, with every sigh,
It lifts us when the spirit falls.

So hold on tight, with faith’s embrace,
Let hope’s light guide you through the night,
For in the heart’s most sacred space,
Tomorrow’s dreams take flight.