What is it in us, when hope is gone?
What is it in us, to battle on?
Is it the strength of that inner self
Nothing to do with status or wealth
A determination of will, to endure
A bright light of hope, strong and sure
After bad comes good, its process slow
Have faith in oneself, and you will know
That time heals, all wounds, keep that in mind
A peaceful feeling its conclusions to find.