Hope is a yellow flower growing in the cracks of a sidewalk
Hope is a flag waving in the wind in a golden sunrise
It's the feeling you get when you think all is lost,
but then you watch a smile crack the dried mud on a friend's face
Hope is trying to convince yourself of the worst, but that tiny luminescent seed
thriving inside your heart just can't be crushed
Hope is the last few pages of a book, the one last bluebird that still flies
Hope is opening a letter with an Ivy League school crest on the envelope
Hope is the last raffle ticket you haven't yet scratched
It's the crack of light that shines across a dusty room, giving renewal and reinvigoration
Hope is the words you whisper to yourself as you watch the first star appear in the sky: "Maybe, just maybe…"