The Hole in the Clouds

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Often times I feel in doubt 
As if there weren't a soul to help me out
And I believe there couldn't be
Someone alive who understands me
 
And in general this is true
But I feel there's someone to pull me through 
I do feel hope in several ways reaching out to me
Almost as if to say, "You'll see a lot of me soon, you'll see."
 
Though when I walk to see cold, stormy skies, 
I think to myself, 'surely it all must be lies'
But, rarely, I do find a hole just big 'nough the light filtering in.
Sadly, I say, as most times I only see a glimmer, I say again: 
 
That often I feel in doubt, and maybe that's all I'll ever know.
But as things quiet, I see the bright, warm, beautiful glow,
And the birds fly again their wingéd ballets.
They bring me back to times I saw light in everything, in several ways;
 
I saw it the lovers' eyes, and the dreamers' dreams,
In the sparkling cities, and trickling country streams
And as I realize I always knew hope around me, 
I see the clouds rolling back, revealing quite a site to see
 
I hop, and dance, and scream aloud:
That I see a big, bright beautiful hole in the dreary clouds.

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