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Hope!

Hope!

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The trails are fragile,

The climb is so steep,

Can't budge an inch,

I am feeling so weak.

Sucking my soul, ripping apart,

Is it the end or just the start.


I am heating up getting molded,

Chasing the ghost blindfolded,

Let me free, let me breed,

This is me, so let me heed.


I am young,

Let me grow, Let me nurture.

Hide me down,

I will lure, like a petty lurcher.


I am unique, I am rare.

I am calming down in the loudest blare.

You can slit, you can cut me through,

Paint me red, I'll still be blue.


Call me tough or adamant,

Embrace me in, I am aliment.

But the sun will shine, through wooden grills,

My voice will rout through the frozen chills.


A day will come, your reign will rise,

You will settle, you will suffice.

Till the day, just bear me in,

To the breath and deep within.

I am not an option, I am choice.

I do not loathe, I rejoice.


From the sun to the shade,

To the end and far ahead.

Dreams are surreal, dreams are loud,

Wear the sash, till you wear the shroud.


Hustle is my mate, triumph is my crown,

No way back so no way down.

My cuffs are loose, my wings are freed,

This my faith, this is my creed.


When there's no sunshine when there's no scope.

Do not flee, do no elope,

See within, try to grope,

I'll be there, they call me HOPE.


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