A new beginning
There's always hope. Hope's the shiny dewdrop in the morning desert sun. Hope's the elixir, the living water in my holy grail. Hope's our sweet companion when we've become so frail... And when I sigh in deep despair I often find her sitting in my chair. A lovely vision, clad in gold, God's sweet blessing for the young and old. I call on her, my sweetest friend, in the darkness of the night and hand-in-hand she leads me through mists of sadness back into the light. So when you think that Hope has... Sign in to see full entry.