Raquelmontero7

Sun for warmth and air to breathe, 

But above that there is hope, which fills the soul. 

You can go sky high or to a barren heath, 

In a journey to fullfill the hole.

It is what makes the heart keep beating, 

With unending love,

It is the joy that keeps you singing

And makes you free as dove.

Without hope, there is but an endless abyss.

Hope is what gives peace 

And makes life feel more like a bliss.

Hope allows the pain to cease, 

It is the reason to presevere. 

Hope is a masterpiece.