The path of darkness,

does not taunt all.

For the patient and hopeful,

will never fail nor fall.
 

It's the people with hope,

who hold the key to life.

They make good of all things,

even of the bone and knife.
 

There are lamps of the stuff,

silently needed by every soul.

To light this highway called life,

the biggest dip and smallest hole.
 

It takes so many forms,

in light, love, and care.

Even when you dont see it,

it is always always there
 

When you feel lost and alone,

but dont know how to cope.

Raise your hands to the sky,

and embrace that beautiful hope.