Dreams are becoming immense,
Reality is falling apart,
Soon needs to be fixed,
Nevertheless, like last.

The weight of hope grows tall,
While shadows creep and cast,
A fragile thread to hold,
Woven through the past.

The future seems so near,
Yet distant in its light,
We chase the endless echo,
Through the restless night.

Time will heal, or will it break?
The answer, still unknown,
But through the storm, we wander,
Until the seeds are sown.

Dreams may rise, or fall, or fade,
But still, we move, steadfast,
For in the quiet of the dawn,
We find our strength at last.