the road to hope

all that we know may turn out to be wrong
worlds may exist on the point of a pin
the truth may yet emerge from all the spin
and all the weak may call upon the strong
to lend their aid so good times will be long
and every face will bear a joyous grin
humanity will cheer us when we win
and life will be a happy space of song
a modicum of light's the thing we'll need
to make our work the object of all eyes
or let us see the glories we desire
the thought will swift convert into the deed
there will be time to rejoice in the prize
and laughter will be loud around the fire