Hope
There shall be a day.
Even though it be far from here,
And I cannot see the way.
High above these clouds I see,
There is the endless sky,
For which the soul forever dreams,
In which the spirit flies.
I trust the Maker of the stars,
The Maker of all light.
He will guide me though my paths
May lead through darkest night.
Though I may feel trapped, defeated,
Underneath these stormy bars,
I know that even though ‘tis night,
In the sky are many stars.