Hope, The Saviour

When one is desolate,

Angered by their fate,

They come to me for solace,

Tired of life’s race.

When the glass is half empty,

I fill it up plenty.

I lift up the discouraged,

Those desperate for a little faith.

With me, all will be well,

How, no one can tell.

There’s something powerful about hope,

Altering destinies around the globe.

For that is who I am.

Hope.

The saviour.