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This thing called hope

Hope drives us toward the sunrise
When the night is blackest dark
It leads us through the daylight
when trouble to our hearts empart

Hope's passioned flame shapes the present
And guides us toward tomorrow
but the burning fire transforms our vision
Leaving cinders of joy and sorrow

Hope shines unsteady light
causing shadows to guide the heart
but the trail hope blazes, the faithful follow
Rescuing lost lovers from the dark.

It is the candle that drives two lovers
Into each other's arms at night
Their passioned embraces and kisses
Block out the troubled night

The match once struck finds its source
and ignites life's fragile kindling
When hope fades way, and love remains
The joy of shared life and tomorrow