The Voice of Hope
I am the whisper in the quiet night,
The flicker of stars, the dawn’s first light.
When shadows gather and doubts take flight,
I rise anew, a resilient delight.
I am the seed in the barren ground,
The pulse of life where dreams are found.
In the still of silence, when all seems done,
I bloom in the heart, like the rising sun.
Through cracks of despair, I weave and flow,
A golden thread where new paths grow.
In the eyes of the weary, I softly gleam,
A tender reminder: life can still dream.
I am the laughter that shatters the pain,
The warmth of connection in cold, pouring rain.
In sorrow’s abyss, I stand clear and tall,
A beacon of strength, a voice for us all.
So when you feel lost, when hope seems far,
Seek me in silence, like a guiding star.
For I am the flame that will never fade,
The eternal light, where love is made.
