Hope is not a ***** word;
It is what sees us through
It's not a weakness or delusion
But a place to put our faith and trust
When we've got nowhere else to put it

Hope is not a vulnerability
It is a birdsong
In the midst of the longest night you've ever known
When you can't believe the darkness
And you've convinced yourself that morning might not come this time

Hope is not wishful thinking
It is the seed that sprouts from concrete
Against all the odds
surprising everyone
And blooms a flower so beautiful you forget the worst of it

Hope is the sun behind the clouds
Always there
Waiting to emerge again
As it always will
When the bleakness of it all seems unshakable
Hope is remembering that it's not

Hope is what we owe ourselves
Because life is hard enough
Hope is not a ***** word
It's what we all need right now.