When all hope fails, we turn within,

To where the quiet whispers sing,

The shadows cast by doubt and fear,

Become the echoes we hold dear.

The world outside, a storm of woe,

Each step we take, a heavy blow,

Yet in the heart, a spark remains,

A stubborn flicker in the veins.

We seek the solace of the night,

When dreams and memories ignite,

A past where joy and laughter reigned,

A future where the pain is tamed.

In darkest times, we find a friend,

In words and tales that never end,

The pages worn with tears and time,

Become a lifeline, pure, sublime.

We reach for hands that understand,

The silent touch, the gentle hand,

A mother's lullaby, a lover's kiss,

Remind us of what we miss.

We lean on faith, though fragile, thin,

A prayer that carries us within,

To places where the soul can mend,

And broken hearts can find their end.

And when the world seems far too vast,

We cling to moments that will last,

A child's laugh, a pet's embrace,

The simple acts that show us grace.

For when all hope has disappeared,

And life becomes the thing we feared,

We turn to love, the last defense,

Against a world that makes no sense.

In the end, it's love we find,

The anchor for our troubled mind,

A beacon through the darkest night,

That leads us to the morning light.