HERE WE SPEAK HOPE

Hope is the only tongue we speak,

A language soft and strong,

In whispers sweet it finds the meek,

In valleys wide and long.

A beacon lit upon the shore,

To guide lost ships at sea,

Through stormy gales, and tempests roar,

A sanctuary free.

The blossoms bloom amid the thorns,

Their petals soft and fair,

And in their midst, a promise forms,

In nature's tender care.

Each morning breaks with golden light,

A dawn of dreams anew,

As shadows fade, and stars take flight,

Our hearts to hope pursue.

In every tear, a silver gleam,

In every sigh, a prayer,

As long as hearts have strength to dream,

Hope's language we will share.

For all who wander, lost and lone,

This tongue of hope we speak,

A comfort for the hearts unknown,

The solace that they seek.