There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,

the first robin of every spring,

a puddle at the end of the rainbow,

and a new beginning to bring.

A hope in the midst of tragedy,

and a new life to breathe into,

burn bright against the darkness,

white clouds against the blue.

 

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,

promises of an end to our pain.

a gentle hand to whisk us away

and make our lives forever, not in vain.

The first robin of every spring

a pioneer that reaps the greatest rewards

taking risk of frozen death to die

to be the first to sing beautiful chords.

 

A puddle at the end of the rainbow

should be expected, though maybe not hoped

but the journey to find if the myth was true

is better than tales of the folk.

And a hope is all that is needed

to pull us by the life we cling

but even at the end, we must remember

there’s a new beginning to bring.