Hope cuts through the air
Like a knife blade
Akin to wings
Lifts you up

It returns in repeating pulses
Growing on trust and faith
Hope appears when its absence
Finds understanding

Enfold me now
Take control
Feed my flow
Turn me on

Hope is a leap into the unknown
Shakes the present out of its ruts
Make a step out of the line
Towards this vast primal force

Enfold me now
Take control
Feed my flow
Turn me on

If in the darkest hour
I could still imagine there's a light
I could re-charge with its power
If in the darkest hour
I can still believe there's a light
I will re-charge with its power

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