Hope

At the end of the day, my heart will sing,

         and the song will swell to a symphony,

                  and the symphony rise till it fills the skies,

                           and the skies will shout, and the clouds take wing,

And heaven will blaze forth in healing streams,

         and the healing streams will wash over me,

                  and the hope I feel will at last be real,

                           as the dawn reawakens my childhood dreams.