HOPE
Hope a thing with wings
A thing which lies deep within the soul
A thing which sings a melody of its own
And which never loses its tone
I've heard it in the loneliest of places,
In the storm and in the chases,
And in the strangest of sea,
Yet, in extremity,
It never asks a crumb of me
Out in pitch black and in thousands of dark settings
It was the only thing that I can see glazing
Beating the darkness and making the horizon of sunny morning
It kept me away from drowning
In the infinity of sky
In the uniformity of tides,
In the sparkling of stars
In the meeting of hearts,
In the glancing of moon
And in the middle of noon
There's always a thing like a lavish perfume
A thing called Hope in all its tune
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