“Never deprive someone of hope, it might be all they have.”
and
A golden moon upon the tide,
Its glow reflected far and wide.
Twinkling stars in velvet sky,
Whispering dreams as waves drift by.
A lighthouse stands with steadfast grace,
Its beacon guiding through the space.
While on the sea, with sails unfurled,
A crimson yacht explores the world.
Upon its sail, a dove takes flight,
Clutching hope in wings so light.
An olive branch in gentle hold,
A promise cast in moonlight’s gold
Through mist that dances soft and white,
Hope sail’s on, a guiding light.
