In the quiet of the night,
Where stars twinkle bright,
Echoes of tomorrow softly call,
In the hush, we stand tall.

Dreams dance on moonlit beams,
Guiding us through hopes and schemes,
In the stillness, we find our way,
In the whispers of night and day.

With each breath, a story told,
Of courage, of dreams unfold,
In the tapestry of time we borrow,
We paint our hopes for tomorrow.

So let us listen to the echoes clear,
Of dreams, of hopes, of what's near,
For in the silence, a world to borrow,
In the echoes of tomorrow, we find our tomorrow.