Hope Is...
An expectant mother,
a newborn child.
The sound of a siren,
when you feel you're out in the wild.
A tap on the shoulder,
when you're down with frustration.
And you turn to face
reconciliation.
Hope is a flower
that's pushed through the snow.
After the rain storm,
a beautiful rainbow.
Hope's when you're hit so hard
you feel you can no longer fight.
And you remember that
at the end of every tunnel,
You can see the light
a newborn child.
The sound of a siren,
when you feel you're out in the wild.
A tap on the shoulder,
when you're down with frustration.
And you turn to face
reconciliation.
Hope is a flower
that's pushed through the snow.
After the rain storm,
a beautiful rainbow.
Hope's when you're hit so hard
you feel you can no longer fight.
And you remember that
at the end of every tunnel,
You can see the light
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