Hope is a fragile quest
When knights have long since flown;
Hope is to do your best
With nothing but your own.
Hope is a faithful friend
When others turn their back;
Hope is to see the end
While others feel its lack.
Hope is a spider‘s web
Stretched tight across the door;
Hope is the tide’s high ebb
That keeps rising as before.

Hope is the ancients’ dream
Of good times yet to be;
Hope is a timeless stream
Of things we yet will see.
Hope lives on in arid waste.
Where others fall away;
Hope is disaster faced
With mankind’s faith at play.