Hope is reaching out again,

To learn to trust once more;

It's picking up the shattered dreams,

That lay scattered on the floor.



Hope is learning how to smile,

When tears have lingered long;

In finding you are weak no more,

For life has made you strong.



Hope is learning every hand,

Is not one filled with pain;

For there are hands with gentle touch,

With that, your heart will change.



Hope is in the knowledge,

That you hold deep in your soul;

In learning to love and trust again,

Your heart will now be whole.