Hope

And as she watched around her,
The water flooding the present,
She knew that wading out of it
Would mean approaching torment.

As for the waves, hard they clung
Onto her fearless feet
Which faced the brunt of the stones
Lashing beneath.

Long she tried, hard she fought
Against the raging sea.
One little hope holding on to her,
The waves will recede.
The waves will recede.