In the quiet hours, where shadows play,
I embark on a path where hopes sway.
Through the veils of night and rising dawn,
I seek dreams that seem almost gone.
The stars above whisper silent schemes,
Guiding my soul on a river of dreams.
Each step I take, though filled with doubt,
Brings me closer to truths I can’t live without.
The winds may howl, and the world may bend,
But the quest for dreams has no end.
It’s in the chase, the rise, the fall,
That we truly learn to stand tall.
In dreams, we find the strength to fight,
A beacon shining through endless night.
For though the journey may seem far,
Dreams are the light, our guiding star.
The search for dreams is not in vain,
For in each trial, in every pain,
We find a spark, a glimpse, a way,
To build tomorrow from yesterday.
So I’ll keep searching, far and wide,
With hope and faith as my guide.
For dreams, though distant, still remain,
A promise found beyond the rain.
