Hope is the bright orange flame
That burns inside the heart,
Burning brighter than the darkest shadows,
It never wavers, so long as you have faith.
Soothing is its comforting warmth;
But, its heat doesn't come without burns,
Its flame, no matter how small, isn't easily extinguished,
But the spark from one, can save the many.
I see it in the darkest depths.
In the highest heights.
Yet never, in my life,
Has it fully touched my soul.
But when it does,
It's rarely returned unto me.
