Sometimes I feel,
as though we’re all just shouting in the dark.
We pretend to be strong
and so we scream,
but everyone’s screaming
and no one’s listening,
so despite our loud voices,
we end up
all alone.
Tell me
when could we come home?
When do we feel
that we have been heard?
Ah, perhaps when silence
fills the air
and we all grew tired of shouting.
Perhaps when we allow
our saddest tears to fall,
and someone catches them all.
Someone who hears
the song of our souls.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"