Hope Again
| The mighty wind blows off the light of the torch Darkness engulfs the path. Walking with no direction like the Hurricane, When will I see the light as I walk on this gloomy path? Fear cripples my heart and I gape for life. Hope Again, Hope Again, A silent voice whispered deep in my dead ears. A rushing river is never stopped from flowing by the Old rocks in the river. Life is about pushing up when you are pulled down. The Hope that I yearned for, shall run to me. The light shall return to the torch in a rush and my vision will be restored. |
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