Hope, a Joyous Thing
A hope,
So joyous and free.
Gleaming with happiness,
To all that see.
Moving and twisting,
To another form.
To give hope,
And make nothing torn.
A long silver glass,
To which can not break.
For a hope has been given,
And never able to take.
A long boundary,
A slow song.
Each giving us hope,
To tell right from wrong
So joyous and free.
Gleaming with happiness,
To all that see.
Moving and twisting,
To another form.
To give hope,
And make nothing torn.
A long silver glass,
To which can not break.
For a hope has been given,
And never able to take.
A long boundary,
A slow song.
Each giving us hope,
To tell right from wrong