How The Hope Grew Dim

The bright moonlight disappeared 

The lurid light of the night sky

Is drawn away

Every light on my path

Has grown dim

And every hope has faded

I thought maybe this tainted life can be restored to past 

Maybe these remains can be molded back to shape 

But with delays, doubt crept in and dimmed my hope to a glowing ember

Soon that vivid desire, the blessed hope had died away 

It had faded like a half_forgotten dream