When shadows grow and nights are long,
Hope whispers softly, a gentle song.
Through trials deep and paths unknown,
It lights the way, a seed that’s sown.
In moments frail when spirits break,
Hope stands firm, for heart’s own sake.
A spark within, it dares to bloom,
Dispelling fear, erasing gloom.
With every dawn, a new chance to rise,
Hope lifts the weary, opens eyes.
It binds our dreams with golden thread,
And breathes fresh life to those whoâve bled.
So hold it close, this precious friend,
Through endless trials, till the end.
For in its glow, we find our way,
And greet with joy each breaking day.