In my darkest hours, when shadows loom,
a flicker of light dispels the gloom.
Hope, a beacon, steadfast and bright,
guides us through the endless night.
When the storm clouds gather,
hope remains, gentle and mild.
A whisper of chaos, soft and clear,
reminding us that dawn is near.
In the heart’s deep chambers, where sadness lies,
hope plants seed that will never die,
with every tear, a promise grows,
that from the ashes a new life will flow.
Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
with hope as our compass, come the day,
it lifts our spirits, fuels our dreams,
a river of light in life’s winding streams.
No matter how heavy the burdens we bear,
hope’s gentle touch is always there,
a reminder that within us all,
lies the strength to rise, to stand tall.
So hold on to hope, with all your strength,
for it will guide you through the night,
and when the dawn breaks, pure and true,
you’ll find that hope has carried you.