PROBABLY NOT

Probably not, the sun will rise And paint the sky with golden hues Probably not, the stars will shine And guide us through the night's dark blues Probably not, the flowers will bloom And fill the air with sweet perfume Probably not, the birds will sing And lift our spirits on the wing Probably not, the world will change And all our troubles rearrange But still we hope, we dream, we try For in the darkness, light may lie So though it seems unlikely, true We'll hold on tight, and see it through For in the end, who's to say What miracles may come our way.