Hope

I hold tightly to my winter dreams-
For just beyond the hill is Spring.
And where once the sky let darkness in,
the smiling sun shall shine again.
Where once I lived in deep despair-
New hope will spring eternal there.


Spring is a promise made to come true.
It comes for me.
It comes for you.


I hold tightly to my memories
That once traveled on an April breeze-
And soon the sky portrays the moon,
reminiscent of some lost perfume.
Where once no joy or grass would grow-
Now laughing hearts will overflow.
I hear Spring beyond the distant hill.
Spring shall come. 


It must. 


It will.


I hold tightly to the days to come-
As they greet me warmly, one by one.
The flowers soon, with petals fair
Sing fragrant songs into the air-
Where once was snow and cold and rain- 
Spring comes to chase away such pain.

My troubled heart will soon be still-

Because Spring will fade away the chill.


So, hold tightly to your winter dreams-
For just beyond the hill is Spring
It taps upon my window sill-
It's coming soon. 


It must. 


It will.