Hoping

When the shadows wax long, when the campfire burns low,

When the monsters of sadness rejoice and renew,

All we have is our hope, like a bright shining light,

To guide us through marshes, a spear-like canoe.

Our hope is our destiny, dreams are our future,

To lead through the alien realms of unknown,

For when hope is our leader, a glowing gold beacon,

Our dreams are reality, lifetime foreknown.