In moments of pain and sorrow.

There’s hope as birds must sing –

Hope for a brighter tomorrow,

Arriving like blossoms in spring,

With peals of significant triumph

Of joy high up on the wing.

There’s hope in moments of mourning,

While we hear the painful cry

Of those afflicted and groaning

Before they tragically die,

When we feel their sad affliction,

And not just pass them by.

The world is full of the blessing

Of lovers who’ll always be there

With hearts and souls progressing

To ease much pain and despair,

Lift up the fallen, downtrodden,

Take up the challenge to care.

There’s hope in this world of disorder,

As long as flowers must bloom,

Hope, as horizons get broader,

In spite of the ominous gloom,

Within the fair limits of justice,

Outside the realm of doom.

Belief in ourselves can open

Vistas of triumph and pleasure,

Through faith, a precious token 

Of truth we consider a treasure,

Weighed on the scale of justice,

Endured with infinite measure.

Hope is forever within us

Amidst our struggles and pain;

The spirit bubbling within us,

Indeed does not bubble in vain,

So that we keep on trying

And hoping again and again.