Rising like smoke from the eternal spring Approaching with rose petals at her feet Angel of hope sheds light on everything Whenever life is bitter more than sweet
Within our secret gardens of desire Fountains of sparkling passion locked away Therein lies hope, forever to inspire lest optimism ever goes astray
Age sometimes dims the dancing flame of hope And drudgery weakens vitality Darkness and sorrow sometimes interlope Between us and our dearest fantasy
Yet human spirit finds a way to cope As long as we find inroads back to hope.