Ode to Hope
When the sound of my words does not sound, I’ll be lost.
But meanwhile there’s a voice, there’s a shout: it’s my roar.
When the sky is not blue, it will mean I’ll be gone,
But meanwhile there’s a shout, there’s a voice: they’re my words.
When the stars in the sky shall not bright, I’ll pass on,
But as long as I stay there will always be hope.
And with hope I shall never be still, lost or gone,
And with hope I shall always be steady and strong.
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