Hope
(A man walks a path of his own choosing, trying to follow his heart but the path was too confusing, while the devil watched with amusement, enjoying the torment
of a man in search for happiness that is granted if he is to believe without vision in the moment.
But, with this belief came feelings of anguish, doubt, fear and grief which would constantly try to deceive
his mind with the intention of gaining a new soul that will rot and decay over time
allowing satan to mock God, telling him "he is no longer yours but mine."
As the man continues on this journey, he begins to test and measure his faith
as an angel falls from heaven latching herself onto his heart, beginning something amazing destined from the start, illuminated like stars
This created hope... Hope, a feeling this man has never encountered
The gap between them so far, yet the two were so sure
that distance does not determine the measure of a mate and
that a bond built upon belief and trust would create
an opportunity to alleviate the pain and heartache
climb mountains of distaste and swim across oceans dark and mysterious
but the abyss in their minds illuminates their reasons
strengthening their grasp, bringing them closer together
as they hold each others hands, wishing for no other
for the day she fell from heaven he said "he is her lover."
This idea was based on a belief that love may conquer all
that your strength will continue to stand tall even if
youre surrounded by perfectness but highlighted by one flaw
is that wrong? he never thought that his love was bought
but now that it is gone he thinks back to everything he sought
in a woman, partner, friend and lover, yet this was the end one like no other
the angel no longer saw any reason to stay, that her time was up and she must return to heavens bay
to bask in the sun or whatever angels do, while the single man who sat in ruin as he watched her ascend too soon
allowing the distance between them to grow evermore greater, as the night came to an end
just like the river of tears that were shed by the both of them, begin to flow into a canyon
of despair where they allowed their sadness to get lost in the crevasses of time
as the light began to disappear from his sight and the angel from his life.
he whispered one last time, "One day beautiful angel from the sky, I "hope" to call you mine." go here)
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