Hope

What does it take,

to make the sun awake.

 We sleep every night,

waking up to it's sight.

Completely sure when morning comes,

there will be the sunrise society loves.

But when things are cloudy and alone,

and the sun doesn't come home,

You must believe that one night,

the sun just might,

fly back to it's place up high,

and return home to the sky.

Hope is necessary to live,

it gives the reason to give,

to try one more day,

For the sun to come back and stay.