Hope being the impulse of my day,
I let my dreams, pursue for success
I may appear as if I am in struggle
Yet, I won’t let you fancy my loss
Sailing in the drowning dark ship
I placed hope as the light of my jaunt
Though, weakness being the routine
I determined to stand grand and tall
At the verge of me losing my hope
I made up my mind to smile
Effacing my bid to shed tears
I nailed smile as the norm of my lips
Choosing hope as the first thought
I altered my fate from death to life
Whilst, death the instance of the day
I shifted its curse with life, the boon
Having hope as the gift of the day,
I kept my dreams rear and result
Hope being the impulse of my day,
I let my dreams, pursue for success
Though I appear as if in struggle
I won’t let you fancy my loss