The Birth of Fresh Hope

When the shadows within you lurk grimly 

Engulfing your being with darkened fear

Let the rocks beneath your feet

Be that of faith and hope

When you are blinded by the gray clouds

Within your mind

Let your hands guide you to freedom 

When your mouth tremble with doubt

Let your tongue taste courage

Do not despise the days you are covered in dirt

'Cause it'd always be a birth of fresh hope

 [@the_vyrus]