In the darkest night, a spark remains,
A light that guides us, through life's joys and pains.
Hope's gentle flame, that flickers bright,
Illuminates the path, and leads us to the light.
With every step, through the darkest land,
Hope's light shines brighter, and takes our hand.
It whispers words of courage, in the dead of night,
And fills our hearts with strength, to face the morning light.
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows roam,
Hope's light appears, like a beacon in our home.
It shines a ray of promise, on the darkest wall,
And reminds us that tomorrow, will bring a brighter call.....
~B
A light that guides us, through life's joys and pains.
Hope's gentle flame, that flickers bright,
Illuminates the path, and leads us to the light.
With every step, through the darkest land,
Hope's light shines brighter, and takes our hand.
It whispers words of courage, in the dead of night,
And fills our hearts with strength, to face the morning light.
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows roam,
Hope's light appears, like a beacon in our home.
It shines a ray of promise, on the darkest wall,
And reminds us that tomorrow, will bring a brighter call.....
~B