Hope: Richard Edwards

stands before the gates
looking outward trying to find something
anything that will help
In the world where everything is confusion
it has a cape of gold
it is not young nor old
it tries to find reason
it is in its grasp
but it can not clasp its hands about it
it spills and falls from its hands
like water
it is a song
that the children hear
as they draw near
their parents offer it to them
Hope is the beautiful sunrise
as it kisses the sky
hope is what I wish you could hold
may it be a wish for an eternity