Light as a Feather

Hope is the dime on the pavement, hope is the bird in the sky

Hope is the speck of the pollen that clings to the leg of the bee

Hope is the root pushing up through the sidewalk, hope is the light on the trees

Hope is the air that comes after the rain that is carried on the breeze

I hope that you will carry on

This sorrow will fade before too long

This burden you carry will melt away slowly, and leave you as light as a feather

I hope that you will carry on

Hope is the train in the distance, hope is the crossing guard

Hope is the pigeon that pecks at the french fry it found in the parking lot