Yo, listen up, let me paint a picture clear,
About a concept that can make the darkest fears disappear,
Hope ain't just a word, nah, it's a blazing fire,
A beacon in the night when the situation's dire.

Hope ain't a fleeting dream, nah, it's a steady stream,
Flowing through the struggles, making the spirit gleam.
It's the spark in the eye of the oppressed and the broke,
The force that keeps us standing when we're close to broke.

It's the strength of a mother with tears in her eyes,
Praying for a better world under darkened skies.
It's the courage of the fighter refusing to fall,
Standing tall against the odds, defying them all.

(Chorus)
What is hope? It's the light in the dark,
The fuel for the fire when the world feels stark.
It's the faith in tomorrow when today's a mess,
A relentless belief that we'll rise, nothing less.

(Verse 2)
Hope ain't passive, nah, it's a battle cry,
A call to action when the odds are high.
It's the dream of the dreamer refusing to quit,
Pushing through the pain, refusing to submit.

Hope is the whisper in the ear of the downtrodden,
Telling them to rise, their spirit unshaken.
It's the anthem of the oppressed, the marginalized,
Ringing loud and clear, saying we will rise.

It's the dream of a future where justice prevails,
Where love conquers hate and kindness prevails.
It's the belief in humanity's boundless potential,
That together, united, we're truly essential.

(Chorus)
What is hope? It's the light in the dark,
The fuel for the fire when the world feels stark.
It's the faith in tomorrow when today's a mess,
A relentless belief that we'll rise, nothing less.