Operation Hope
Part 1: In Despair
In daylight’s glare, where hope once cast its glow,
The sky grows dim, its promises undone.
The blooms that rose through cracks now wilt below,
And shadows spread beneath a dying sun.
The hands that built a kingdom strong and bright,
Now tremble, losing all they once had gained.
The seeds of peace once planted in the light,
Are trampled underfoot, and hope is strained.
Though morning comes, the dawn is cold and gray,
And fragile hearts now tremble in the breeze.
Yet still, amid the dust, some words will stay,
A whispered prayer that justice never flees.
Though all seems lost, we will not fall nor yield,
For hope, though faint, remains our broken shield.
Part 2: In Defiance
In darkness thick, where wars and lies abound,
The world spins on beneath a weight of dread.
Empires will fall, corruptions drag us down,
But sparks of truth and justice aren’t yet dead.
Though leaders trade their power for a crown,
And hate divides with every heavy hand,
Still whispers rise from cracks within the ground,
A bloom of hope grows fierce across the land.
Though darkness spreads, its roots can never stay,
For light endures, though flick’ring, still it shines.
The dawn will come to chase the night away,
And truth, though bruised, will rise with brighter signs.
The world may fall, but we will stand and rise,
Our hope unbroken, lifting to the skies.
