Always Hope
There are times when nothing seems fair,
all there is to grab from
empty space, is
hope.
Lighting has been turned dark as you
stumble over rocks of sin, in a
belief you can't
cope.
It is the wilderness that scares you most,
it is empty of all compassion
you woefully
yearn,
For all the reasons you can devote to failure,
hope is left, it is a delicate
task you must
learn.
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# 11777
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Lighting
has
turned
dark