Hope

In dungeons of darkness
In depths of despair
On the edge of madness
Springs a hope fair

A hope that spurs
A yearning for light
A hope that stirs
One for a last fight

A hope that whelms
All troubles and distress
Takes you to a realm
Of joy and happiness

The sweet nectar of hope,
Is life's backbone,
So, trek up the arduous slope,
And you'll never walk alone.


P.S : I greatly resisted the urge to write the penultimate line as "So, trek up the Anfield slope"..  :-)

P.P.S : Looks like writing "Anfield" instead of "arduous" would have been a better option after all..  :-(