To see a hope is to know it’s real
And this is what we need
But darkness hides so many things
And souls need hope to feed.
It’s not the object of the hope
That needs to be right now
It’s the hope itself we seek
That keeps us sane somehow.
The race is long and very hard
And enemies are about this road
But boots in teeth cannot destroy
The soul with hope to bear its load.
Let all that sings be silent still
And let the hangman have his rope
The world in awful darkness waits
And fears the one who still has hope.