Whispers of Hope

In the darkest hours, when the darkness lasts,

And the weight of sadness seems too great,

There is a gentle flower, a gentle light,

A whispered promise, like a distant dream.

Hope, a gentle flower from the bottom of my heart,

Challenge despair with relentless effort. Through trials and storms, he quietly persevered,

In every broken heart, he gently pleaded.

I sing in the silence of the coldest night,

Warm lighthouse, bright star. It whispers of the still-invisible future,

Joy is reborn and wounds are healed properly. Hope, the gentle force that guides us,

Through the maze of doubt and dismay. He paints the sky in shades of gold and blue,

And whispers softly, "I believe in you."

So when the world seems heavy and uncertain,

And the burdens of life seem too hard to bear,

Remember, in the depths where darkness gropes,

There is always reason to cling to hope.