In the quiet moments, when the world’s asleep,
When the stars above their watchful silence keep,
There blooms a dream, like a soft moonbeam,
Whispering gently, “Continue to dream.”
In the heart of struggle, when hope seems thin,
When the shadows whisper that you can’t win,
Rise from the depths where doubt has flown,
For dreams are seeds that courage has sown.
Though storms may gather and the skies may cry,
Your dreams will soar on wings that fly.
Through winds of change and tides unknown,
Dreams are the compass to guide you home.