Hope is reaching out again,
To learn to trust once more;
It's picking up the shattered dreams,
That lay scattered on the floor.

Hope is learning how to smile,
When tears have lingered long;
In finding you are weak no more,
For life has made you strong.

Hope is learning every hand,
Is not one filled with pain;
For there are hands with gentle touch,
With that, your heart will change.

Hope is in the knowledge,
That you hold deep in your soul;
In learning to love and trust again,
Your heart will now be whole.

Allison Chambers Coxsey