A Star
She is soft, her light is gentle
Glowing with a tender flow
Like a candle's constant flicker
Shining down on earth below
Flame of white, warm and soft
Filled with goodness, filled with love
Ever constant, ever steadfast
Shining, shining high above
A star, small maybe
And in this we find an irony
Blacker, darker grow the night
Richer, fuller grows her light
She is always, always there
Never fading cold or dim
Only we down here below
At times lose sight of her within
Yet, whether we see her or not
Forever she is in the sky
Though all around her will fall away
She will remain, the last to die
Long ago she was created
A gift to mortals here below
Lit to chase away despair
And given the name Hope
She is soft, her light is gentle
Glowing with a tender flow
Like a candle's constant flicker
Shining down on earth below
Flame of white, warm and soft
Filled with goodness, filled with love
Ever constant, ever steadfast
Shining, shining high above
A star, small maybe
And in this we find an irony
Blacker, darker grow the night
Richer, fuller grows her light
She is always, always there
Never fading cold or dim
Only we down here below
At times lose sight of her within
Yet, whether we see her or not
Forever she is in the sky
Though all around her will fall away
She will remain, the last to die
Long ago she was created
A gift to mortals here below
Lit to chase away despair
And given the name Hope
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