Hope

It's there but it's out of reach
It's there beneath or fingertips.

I see it shimmering in the night,
I see it shimmering in each others' eyes.

In the darkest hour we try to hold on,
To the one thing that makes us strong.

Even though these breaths may be our last,
Hold onto the torch that will light our path.

As ephemeral as it may seem,
Hope shines through a beam
Hold on and you will see
That we're OK as can be.