There is hope a hundred fold
Hope for something we greatly desire
There is hope for a love untold
That it will yield what others will greatly admire
So the thing to do is to pray
That God will show and guide the way
For if white roses become red
Then a greater love has been bred
But bright flowers grow by a bright light
So that their growth can be prolonged in a darkened night
When comedians make audiences snigger
When trees from mustards become bigger
So it's not a thing anymore of grit
Nor to surrender to one's wit
But it's a thing purely of the divine
For in the end, that love will be yours and mine!