When darkness veils the path ahead,
And dreams seem distant, hard to tread,
A whisper soft, a silent guide,
Hope emerges, by your side.

Through trials deep and mountains high,
When spirits falter, hearts might sigh,
Yet in the night, a star does gleam,
A beacon bright, a precious dream.

With every step, though weary, slow,
Hope’s gentle hand will help you grow,
It lifts your gaze, your spirit’s flight,
Turning shadows into light.

So hold on tight, through storm and strife,
For hope will always kindle life,
In every heart, it plants a seed,
A promise true, a path to lead.