Hope. The word seemingly strong, Light in reality, Lifts the hearts of many. Amid the despairing rejections, The future quietly beckoned. Hope. Reminded the ambition, Called back the dwindling motivation. Four letters, Struck a chord, Within many. Hope. Gave the past Another chance to be forgotten. A book, a talk, a magical dance, Carried it far, Made self-worth strong In many. Hope. The most valuable thing, It oft resurfaced. And, in many a difficult time, Help, it did bring, To me, and to others, Many. Hope. So carry it in yourself, Seek it out. When it refuses to return, Give it chances, Many. Hope. It's everywhere you look, Bright little corners and nooks. In wise words, Weakly heard, Spoken across centuries, To people, Many. Hope. It's the best in all you see, In all you experience. Hope. So seek it, Don't let it be. Hope. So give it, For all to see. Hope. So keep it, Always, within reach.