We are the dreamers,
The ones who wait for the dawn,
The ones who twist and turn,
The ones who find promise after the rain,
The ones who crouch to pray away the pain.
We are the dreamers,
The ones who reflect on past burdens,
The ones who sigh often,
The ones who walk among trees,
The ones whose hope sets us free.
Hope is not a distant star,
but the flame in our hearts.
Hope is a melody that plays softly,
even when the world darkens.
Hope is in the shared smiles,
the hands held in quiet solidarity,
the dreams whispered into the night,
that lift us, buoyant and free.
Hope gets us dancing along winding paths
with joy in our hearts and laughter on our lips.
Hope urges us to wait patiently for tomorrow,
While enjoying the treasures of today.
Hope dries our tears,
And says, “Let go of the cause.”
Hope is a call back to the here and now,
a treasure box of endless God-moments.
Hope keeps us believing in miracles,
While staying close to God.
We are the dreamers,
the builders of a brighter dawn,
The ones who hope and dance in the storm.