Speak of an eternal thought, with which one cannot part
An engraving in my mind, etched delicately in my heart
Talk of an everlasting truth, a memory bright as day
A subconscious beacon of guidance, one that leads the way
A hope eliminating fear, a dream to keep on riding
An urge to continue forward, one in which I keep confiding
Simple a thought it may be, but nonetheless it is a thought
Of a time to come, when hope itself will not be sought
Not out of fear, or the lack of a will, but rather for how it will be
Hope will be there, itself in a form, one’s heart will then see!
Such a breath-taking sight one will behold, beyond the vision of the eyes
An answer in the essence of a being, a response to the endless cries
Mustn’t I lose that will, that hope, which itself counts on me
To pray, to call, to strive, so in turn it can set me free