Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers Likes flying in front of your eyes It attracts you knowing its presence And whisper gently on your side She flies to your window by morning glow Singing a song to tell you the day is anew She also comes to you in a thunderstorm Reminding you not to forget the rainbow She always flies around you so Patronizes when you miss your road She is always so willing to guide Betray not through your horizon of life