Hope is the thing with whelming hands,
That touches the soul.
It goes on to hold you,
And pulls you forth from edges you are just steps away from falling from.
And then it embraces you
With its warmth, nostalgic
And yet so refreshing, then it turns
you around to look across the cliff you were about to fall from.
'there it is' it shows you
a world You can conquer,
those hands has suddenly Reignited something in you,
And you want to grasp those hands back
So it never leaves, but it reassures you,
That it will keep you afloat
When life storms again.
