In the quiet dawn as shadows fade,
A gentle whisper calls the heart,
With every breath, a promise made,
Hope ignites a brand new start.

Through the storm and endless night,
A guiding star in skies so vast,
Its light a beacon, pure and bright,
Reminds us this too shall pass.

In gardens where the flowers bloom,
Where morning dew adorns each leaf,
Hope dances softly through the gloom,
A solace in our deepest grief.

When doubts arise like fleeting clouds,
And dreams seem lost in time’s embrace,
Hope stands firm and unbowed,
A gentle hand, a saving grace.