Hope Rebuilds The Broke

In the depths of darkness and despair,

Where shattered dreams scatter everywhere,

There emerges a glimmer, a flicker of light,

A beacon of hope, shining so bright.

Hope, the healer of wounded souls,

Softly whispers, making us whole,

With gentle hands, it eases the pain,

Breathing life into what seemed in vain.

Once where ruins of dreams laid in strife,

Hope rises, weaving the threads of life,

It nurtures our spirits, restoring the will,

Guiding us forward, through valleys so still.

With each new dawn, a chance to reclaim,

Strength and courage, to kindle the flame,

Hope rebuilds the fragments of our past,

Creating a future that will forever last.

Through the darkest nights, it casts a glow,

Illuminating paths we may not know,

It mends the broken, bridging divides,

Steadfast and unwavering, right by our side.

In the face of adversity, hope remains,

Reviving spirits that were once in chains,

It mends the shattered, ignites a spark,

Empowering us to rise from the dark.

For hope is the mortar that holds us tight,

Rebuilding the broken with love and light,

It lifts us higher, towards the sky,

Giving wings to those who once couldn't fly.