A flicker of light in the darkest night, A whisper of hope, a sliver of sight, The heart races, the soul takes flight, For hope is the beacon that guides us right.
Through trials and tribulations, we fight, Holding on to hope with all our might, For it is the only force that ignites, The courage within to stand and fight.
But when hope's last breath takes flight, And darkness engulfs the path in sight, The heart falters, the soul takes flight, For hope is the beacon that shone so bright.
The tears flow, the pain grips tight, Memories of hope now fade from sight, Yet a glimmer remains in the endless night, For hope is the force that rekindles light.
And so we carry on with all our might, Holding on to hope with all our sight, For it is the only force that ignites, The courage within to stand and fight.
For hope's last breath is not the end, It is the beginning of a new ascent, To rise from the ashes and ascend, Towards a future that is heaven-sent.
So let hope be the fire that never ends, The beacon that guides us around the bends, For with hope, we will always transcend, And find our way to the promised land.