Echoes of Hope

The night is heavy, the torch is low. Shadows cling where

the cold winds blow. Steel at my side yet my heart betrays.

It beats for the light of forgotten days. I once knew fields where the

children ran. Soft with the laughter of woman and man.

Now ashes drift where the blossoms grew. The world I love lies broken

too. But still I rise, though my bones are frail.

The banner's torn and the face is pale. For hope's a flame that the

dark can't drown. It burns in silence when the stars look down.