Within the heart, a silent plea,
A hidden hope, a secret prayer,
For joys that soon may come to be,
And lift the soul from dark despair.
A hidden hope, a secret prayer,
For joys that soon may come to be,
And lift the soul from dark despair.
It rests unseen, a nascent dream,
That waits the dawn, to softly bloom,
And flow forth like a gentle stream,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.
That waits the dawn, to softly bloom,
And flow forth like a gentle stream,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.