OUR HOPE

The sounds of the drums  echo in my head , my heart From their first strains  I knew it was time to play my part To be carried away for a moment, amiss,

As they stirred a passion, afire like a lover’s tender kiss

In my heart I know

Even as the ocean, with her beautiful   aquamarine waters, kiss our shores as she ebbs and flows, Our Hope

It’s not the beaches that run for miles,

With beautiful colors that parade in varied styles

Or even the Golden sun like a god in the sky,

Smiling down, filling us with its precious essence from its abode up high, Our Hope

The tender hand that holds onto mine,

The smile that breaks your heart when you hear a cry, the genuine love that shines in their eyes, Our Hope

The gentile plants that look to be watered with love, Gifts and Blessings given by God above,

None can ever replace them for they are the only ones, Beautiful Bahama  Land, Paradise of Sun, Sand  and Sea Our Hope , our future, lies in the hands  of these,

Our children, more precious than the rarest gems, found in our wonderful seas