In the quiet depth of night,
where shadows blend with fears,
a single thought gleams bright
beyond the veil of tears.
Hope, a soft whisper in the darkness,
promises of a dawn unseen,
where futures unfold, limitless, starkness
brushed away, where despair has been.
So hold fast to dreams of morrow,
for they are the seeds of life's great tree—
in every joy, in every sorrow,
there lies a chance for what will be.