It's hope that takes me to the next day,
It 's the glimmer of light that stokes life
into the dark pupils of my lifeless eyes,
It is the promise of a better life ,that ray
of sunshine beams as the sun rises,
Nothing comes free,struggles are rife,
but the hope that someday I'd be free
keeps me going without withering,
obstacles pour in relentlessly,I'm suffering.
Yet there's the hope that someday
things will get better,one fine day
promises will be fulfilled,all hues of gray
will be washed away with the colours of the rainbow,
my pot of gold awaiting me ,high and low
my mountain of desires granted...