A light from above.

A light from above,
Enters in your heart.
A glimmer of once was,
Maybe again...

It's as it should be.
The lightness of mind,
A simplistic bliss.
An easy smile,
A full heart.

The smile at the thought of,
Two hearts that speak.
One may never know,
The other can only hope.

You start to whistle,
You can almost skip.
Work seems more fulfilled,
Things just make more sense.

So you just whistle.
You can't help but light up at the thought of,
or the reality of what you've been missing.

If but for a moment,
Hold onto this.
Don't let it go.

Something has changed,
You can't put a finger on it..
Maybe once upon a time,
Yet it's returned.

You had it once upon a time,
How this reminds you of it.
This can be real,
This can be hope.

Hope is alive again,
This expression of elation.
You can feel hope again,
You can see the skies aren't grey.

It's not over yet.
Much is left to be said.
Much still needs to grow.

But what matters is that,
You can feel again.
Only you know the catalyst,
and you can't help but smile at the thought of it.

Hold on to it.
Grab it.
Put it in your bag,
Take it out on a rainy day.
Let the returned light,
lift you up.

What is this?
It's getting kind of late.
It's that echo from the start..

Hope.