When the night of hope arrives
When the stars speak of peace,
When the leaves gently rock
And we think of life's lease.
A rainbow sky in all its glory
Colours that bring such elation,
Or are we living in a dark corridor
With no love peace or salvation.
Living to perform mundane tasks
A boring existence without any sun,
That has no significant place
Everyday shadows without any fun.
In the echoes of our mind we stop to recall
Moments of creativity full of bliss,
The smile on a child's beautiful face
Yes, we remember the picture, the kiss.
The softness of the clouds floating
In a wonderful summer blue sky,
The breeze blowing buttercups
As I kissed your cherry lips, my oh! My.
Yes when the night of hope arrives
And the black thoughts re appear,
The stars shine bright in the night
I hope for a night without fear.
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