It's okay to hope.

Hope, is that you breaking through?

A tiny chink of light?

Is that you upon my wall,

dancing pure and bright?

Are you growing speck by speck,

glowing in my dark?

Can I take you in my hand,

and place you in my heart?

I know I've often thrown you out

and driven you away.

But this time, please burn by my side

and turn my night to day.

For fear of disappointment

has made me lose my sight.

But I know you come from my God,

Creator of Hope and Light.

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