I hope I'll go back, I heard her say;

I hope to return to my homeland one day.

We all hope for things, both large and small.

I hope that my kids grow up fine and tall.

Gran hopes that she'll die in her bed of old age

And I hope for peace in the world at some stage.

I hope that  my son doesn't get mixed up with drugs,

or ever gets friendly with muggers or thugs.

My daughter hopes Greg will ask for a date,

and I hope he doesn't bring her home late.

I hope that my washing gets dry on the line,

it will if the weather stays hot and fine.

My husband hopes that the horses he backs

will race home like wildfire and eat up the tracks.

We all hope to own our own house one day,

and hope we won't have a large mortgage to pay.

Our aims and our dreams help keep faith alive,

but hope, firm and strong, is what helps us survive.