In the quiet hush of midnight skies,
A dream is born where hope still lies.
It starts as stars in silent gleam,
A flicker deep—a secret dream.

It dances through the heart’s closed door,
A promise waiting to explore.
Though shadows fall and doubts may scream,
We rise again to chase the dream.

It does not shout, nor boast, nor plead,
It grows with love, with faith, with need.
And when the world forgets your name,
A dream still burns, a quiet flame.

So, dream, though winds may shake your flight,
For even wings are born from night.
No matter how far things may seem—
Life begins with just… a dream.