Song of Hope
V. 1
This is a song of hope,
For days beyond this day,
For life after the death in this moment,
This time when all but pain seems far away.
Don’t be pulled down.
Don’t let these lies become your truth.
Let the light into your darkness
And hear the hated voices inside you become mute.
Chorus
Here’s to a better day,
A better time,
When the streaming tears are from laughter.
You know now’s not the end.
There’s more to come.
Let’s push toward a better chapter.
In this life
We’re writing
We can choose to be the heroes
And heroes push for hope beyond the hurt.
V. 2
Yes, today is rough.
Life is never fair.
Dreams seem falling down all around us
And our best isn’t good enough.
Lies will surely be our death.
So let’s release them to the living air.
Let’s let them die this very moment,
And as they shrivel, breathe a healing breath.
Chorus
Here’s to a better day,
A better time,
When the streaming tears are from laughter.
You know now’s not the end.
There’s more to come.
Let’s push toward a better chapter.
In this life
We’re writing
We can choose to be the heroes
And heroes push for hope beyond the hurt.
V. 3
Please hear this song of hope,
For days beyond this day,
For life after the death of this moment,
This time when joy could be a page away.
Raise yourself up.
Reach out for all that’s good and true.
Let the light into your darkness
And step back into your story with your strength renewed.
Chorus
Here’s to a better day,
A better time,
When the streaming tears are from laughter.
You know now’s not the end.
There’s more to come.
You can push toward a better chapter.
In this life
We’re writing
We can choose to be the heroes . . .
You can choose to be the hero . . .
I’ve always seen in you that hero.
And heroes reach the hope beyond the hurt.
Please sing this song of hope.
-Me
My earlier musings about the similarities
between midlifers and teenagers and the potential trouble brewing in our
house with two of each age group have been playing themselves out with
much passion . . . and drama . . . oh, the drama. We’ve had our share of
screaming and crying; OK . . . I, as the only female here, have had my
share of screaming and crying and have been pleasantly surprised that
one of our teenage boys has been training me to speak calmly instead of
yelling in the midst of extreme anger, frustration, and powerlessness.
In turn, I’m persevering in the attempt to train my boys to become men
of strength, and honor, and hope, training that cannot be as direct as
the “use your inside voice” training I’m receiving.
As
a result, I’ve become a novice song-writer now. The music actually came
to me, and I put the message I needed at the moment to the music. I’ve
started getting the notes down, mostly because the song is inspiring me
to inspire my guys. I’ll share the words with you . . . simple enough
thoughts in progress that may go no further . . . just in case you,
too, could use a simple message of hope as you face your today and
tomorrow.
