As I travel through the tumultuous sea of life, When turned and tossed by the tides of strife, When breakers rise and pounce to threaten me, Hope descends on me as a beacon to make me free. It appears before me as an anchor, holding me steady, Thus, to navigate through the rough waves, I get ready. Hope is a flame of light in the darkest night, That sieves through the gloom as a flicker bright. It lifts me up raising my spirits when I feel low, And helps me overcome my pinching woe. It is like a lullaby lulling my pain and putting me to sleep, As a child when listening to the song forgets to weep. With hope as my true and unwavering guide, I shall sail to destinations far where my dreams reside. Hope is the voice within me, whispering not to give up, Even in dire situations when things may break up.
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