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In darkest hours when all seems lost and bleak,

When shadows cast their shroud on weary hearts,

Amid the chaos, hope begins to speak,

A flicker in the dark, where despair departs.

When tempests rage and tear the world apart,

And sorrow’s tears like raindrops ceaselessly fall,

In hope’s embrace, we find a brand new start,

A beacon in the night, to guide us all.

Though storms may rage and clouds may hide the way,

Hope whispers softly, “This too shall pass.”

With steadfast faith, we greet the break of day,

For hope endures, a flame that’s meant to last.

So in the depths of trials and endless strife,

Take solace in the power of hope, your guiding light.

Antoinette LeRoux © 2023