Call of Hope

Tears of loss had me drenched,

And my cottony heart fell heavy

All my strength had been wrenched 

And a huge woe had burnt me

I then got a call, a call of hope

I number which I had never known or saved,

My mind tumbled, and was in a grope,

That I half cut the call, and sunk down 

But then, his voice boomed

Struck my heart with a bloom of credence

My wit, which was once longed doomed,  

slowly began to revive

Soon I was back, thanks to that call

My roar was then never left unheard

I grew bold, my trust grew tall,

And then it was me, who said it all