It is the ageless thing for us,
Hope that there is life ahead,
Here I am long-lived and depressed
"Tis the season to be joyful
But sadness of things past
Can be so haunting, so maddenly dark
Memories we wish could be erased
Come back to stalk us and make us wish
There were a new day, a new beginning.
Regrets swarm in, making us dreary
But we are still alive, sensing and striving
Alone, and yet not alone.
Out there is a friend, someone who knows
The plight of the stranger, the fate of the lost
I hear his voice, I harken to his words,
A spark is kindled, a hope renewed
That there is a soul who knows the truth
Of suffering and endurance,
Of fumbliing one's way
Through the darkness and into the light
God bless that friend, that ally in angst
Who knows the depths and keeps alive
The glimmer of hope, the voice of the Yes!
His hand he extends, i take it in mine
And solemnly vow the future is now.
Let there be light, let there be hope
For that is the pulse that stirs me anew
I know not the future nor the fate that awaits
But of this I am sure, no hope is in vain.
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Submission Name: Hope
