Whispers of the Heart
In the quiet places where soft dreams stay,
Where sunlight rests at the edge of the day,
There blooms a hope that never grows old—
A tiny flame in a world so cold.
The wind may wander, the nights may fall,
But still your spirit outshines it all.
For every shadow that touches your name,
You rise again with a brighter flame.
Your heart is a lantern—steady and true,
Guiding the lost, warming the blue.
And even when life feels far from kind,
There’s a gentle strength in your beautiful mind.
So walk with grace through the storms you meet,
Each step you take is quiet, brave, and sweet.
H