Broken people; broken world.
A scar lies hidden in everyone you know.
Striving people, striving perfection,
Striving world, striving illusion.
Strive people for that elusive god,
You never know when you strike a chord.
Slip and fall, stand back tall,
Eyes wide open, listen for the call.
Faith the bait; bait the fate,
Hope and faith, stand up straight.
Slope, grope, choke, then hope,
Luck might fall in a lucky stroke.
Blessed hope to temper time,
To hope sprinkled sweet until you die.
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Submission Name: Hope
