When the moning dawns bright,
And Hope with all her might
Rises to be held in glory
and I shall tell her story
...
City lights gleaming,
People left screaming
stop this madness,
tame this badness
...
Star Of Hope
When the moning dawns bright,
And Hope with all her might
Rises to be held in glory
and I shall tell her story
She will shine like a star
once again
and love will flow
like words from a pen
for to soon was she taken
and the pain is akin
as to that of a knife to the Hart...
But move ford I must
for if I am to trust
that light that shines ahead
I will see
that lovely Hope
one day again.
The Sad song that dies in my hart
Shall be replaced by the Song of Hope
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