Hope sits in her chair awaiting Care.
Sitting in her chair made of gold and grace.
Her beauty made clear in her lovely face.
She waits for the day when her dreams will be shared.
Swiftly shaking her scarlet stained hair,
She thinks of no disgrace.
She has a dress that is made of golden lace.
Why she has it, she is not aware.
Her feet are framed in shoes of crystal
And her eyes are painted with hazel brown.
The air she breaths is very mystical.
In her ear, the voice of Care is sound.
She can not wait to see his soul.
For on that day, their love will be found.
Then he comes and fills her with charm;
He holds her in his comforting and loving arms.
