Hope
In darkest of days
In hardest of times
When morning has come
The sun yet to rise
When all that's inside
Is empty and plain
It's hope that restores
To feeling again
When happiness gone
And fear has beset
If hope is among
We soon shall forget
With hope do we fight
For better of times
With strength in our hearts
And fire in our eyes
We know what we can
And know what we will
It's hope that desires
And hope that fulfills
For without our hope
What more have we yet
A motionless life
One filled with regret
Our hope, it forgives
When we are condemned
And it reaches out
To give us a hand
My hope has turned me
From yesterday's grief
I seek tomorrow
With sighs of relief
It will be better
I can expect
My lessons are learned
I can not reject
When morrow arrives
And day has begun
Hope to do better
Than what has been done
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