There is a feeling inside that twist and roll;
Something which keeps emotions at hold,
It gives me reason to be bold;
When the weather of life starts becoming cold,
It's a thunder that is striking fast;
Sparks of its hunter forever last,Whenever the pain becomes sharp as knife;
It heals the wound by murmuring inside,
It's mine, yours and everyone's friend;
A blessing of God, His magic paint,
It fills life with colors again;
When nothing looks right and everything in pain,
The thing I am talking about is known as hope;
It lives inside us so we never feel alone.
