The New World

I've often seen
  a light, a ray of hope in the darkness.
I've often heard
  a voice, a song of cheer in the wilderness.

The light, the voice seem to say,
give up not that little ray
that song to cheer,
when vision is clouded with tear.
                    
Strive to unfold
the secret of a new life,
For a world more beautiful awaits to be discovered.
Let the smile dry the tear,
take away the clouds of doubt and vision to be cleared.