whispering hope

Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over

Wait till the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone.
Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

"A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes." ♥

whistling away the dark

Often I think this sad old world
is whistling in the dark.
Just like a child, who, late from school
walks bravely home through the park.
To keep their spirits soaring
and keep the night at bay.
Neither quite knowing which way they are going,
they sing the shadows away.
Often I think my poor old heart
has given up for good.
And then I see a brand new face,
I glimpse some new neighborhood.
So walk me back home, my darling,
tell me dreams really come true.
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you.