Hope
When the dark nights grow darker tgan the darkest of souls,
Light a bright light that lights all the hearts abright.
When the prickly thorns prick on your stubby li'l toes
Rise above 'em and pluck out that lovely red rose
When sadness seeps into your heart; so blue
Laugh a merry laugh and smile your way away.
When the cruel world stamps you to tiny li'l shards
Get a glue stick and piece your life back together.
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