Like little butterflies,

Bursting out of their cocoon,

Hope flutters its way deep in your soul,

Making sunshine,

Flow out of you,

Illuminating world's mysteries,

And joys,

Hope has a pulse, it is alive,

Its pulse has a rhythm,

Just like your heart,

And it pumps that,

Tingly feeling,

That makes you smile always,

Through your body,

When you're feeling down,

Hope is that tiny match,

In a dark room,

That, when lit,

Turns little sparks,

From a kindling glow,

Within your soul,

Into a might fire,

Of confidence,

Hope is the feeling that the next day will be better than the last,

Hope is the thing that pulls you out of a terrible night mare,


Is the thought,

That makes everything,