She gazes up to heaven and reaches for a crown,
The Hope of future glory, later offered by an angel.
An anchor hidden in her robes, it enters through the veil.
When the box was opened, only Hope remained.
Hope anchors our lives, in the spirit of a journey to come.
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Without hope, there is only despair.
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