Where is hope
In the depth of sorrow,
filled with gloom
The sun shines through
A lightened room
In the middle of a haunting
That appears most daunting
A strength of need
Springs up from seed
Hope abandonment
A joy, is not left
New strength within
Begin again, begin again
Wait for dreams
Simplistic Isolation,
an act of watching
A life of passing by
Sit around, weep and cry
always a good hope
When life is in smoke
Never give in or go without
Not when there is love about.
Happiness is found, when none appears around,
Consider an end, at an end
Fear of hurt, in the past
Your desire is within grasp
abandon your soul
with a heart of glass.
let it last, let it last.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
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