In the darkest depths of night’s embrace, Where shadows dance with whispered grace, There blooms a light, a radiant ray, It’s called Hope, to guide our way.
Like a phoenix rising from the pyre, Hope ignites our hearts with fervent fire, Through trials and storms, it boldly flies, In the face of despair, it never dies.
It’s the beacon that breaks through the mist, A promise of joy, so hard to resist, A melody of dreams in every heart, A force that can tear despair apart.
In the hush of dawn, as the world awakes, Hope emerges, as the morning breaks, In every dewdrop and every beam, It weaves a tapestry of the grandest dream.
With the strength to mend what’s torn asunder, Hope’s the wonder that makes hearts thunder, It’s the whispered prayer, the unheard song, The light that keeps us moving along.
In the eyes of children, so bright and wide, Hope’s the faith in what we’ve yet to stride, With open arms and hearts unbowed, We’ll follow Hope through any cloud.
Through the trials and tribulations we face, Hope’s our compass in this vast space, In the tapestry of life, it’s the thread, The force that guides us ahead.
So hold on tight to this precious rope, For in its grasp, we find boundless hope, It’s the spark that fuels our soul’s fire, Guiding us ever higher and higher.
In the grand tapestry of life’s grand show, Hope’s the star that continues to glow, An eternal promise, forever true, In the hearts of me and you.
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