*Fallen Dreams* In the quiet hours of night, Where shadows dance in moon's soft light, Lie the dreams once held so tight, Fallen stars from endless height. Whispers echo through the breeze, Lost ambitions, hearts at ease, Memories of what could be, Floating in a silent sea. Hopes that soared with wings of gold, Now in silence, tales untold, Yet within the heart's soft fold, Lies a strength that's pure and bold. Through the mist of broken dreams, A path of light, a silver gleam, Rise again, let spirit beam, For in each fall, a new hope seems.