All through out the darkest night and the brightest day,
I hear how many times people say things are hopeless,
are a lost cause,
how hope is a myth,
a lie,
a whim of fools.
Hope is what keeps us going,
its our shield and sword,
our pen and ink,
our mind and heart.
Hope is like love,
its unsee-able,
even sometimes unthinkable,
but its there.
Its real.
Its our strength.
I hear how many times people say things are hopeless,
are a lost cause,
how hope is a myth,
a lie,
a whim of fools.
Hope is what keeps us going,
its our shield and sword,
our pen and ink,
our mind and heart.
Hope is like love,
its unsee-able,
even sometimes unthinkable,
but its there.
Its real.
Its our strength.
