What is born in darkness

But promises the dawn?

What is born of ashes

But promises new life?

What urges lungs to breathe

And broken hearts to beat?

What can conquer despair

And laugh in defeat’s face?

What paints bleak skies bright blue

And lets beauty shine through?

What is it, you ask me.

It is all that you need

What is it, you ask me.

I tell you, It is Hope.