A bit of hope for your day.

Unspin the light into the sky.
Raise your voices far and nigh.
Cup your hand to catch the dawn
And name your mem’ry in a song.

Hold your soul to reflect the day
A hope that will not pass away
Even though the night will come
The reflection holds the steady thrum.

A steady thrum of beating heart
That holds to joy that won’t depart.
Though sorrows come they cannot grow
The light we hold will surly show

And when the dawning day returns
Our hope with sunrise brightly burns.
With lifted heads and hope to hand
Name the living where e’re they stand.

Unspin the light into the sky
Raise your voices far and nigh.
The dawn has come as long it must
And so our hope is held in trust.

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