Hope
Our dreams gives us this thing that motivates us when all else fails.
As kids its the only thing we have to hold dear.
When dreams turn into nightmares its like hope fading into doubt.
Hope is that tiny shead of light in a pitch black room.
We cling to hope because we pray that it brings us success.
When I see you, you inspire me to do my best.
In my opinion hope lives within us.
Hope allows us to feel the joys of tomorrow and forget the pains of yesterday.
Hope lives in you, lives in me, lives in us.
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