There looks a very little hope, when all
hope goes
The present trouble doesn't allow us to
see the hope bus pose
That sneaks around, when our eyes are
half closed in agony dose
Don't lose out on it, when all hope is
thrown out in the nose
Our eyes are a partner to the yellow
phlegm
When all shakes, all red...only the heat
and flame
How can you see? When all that stands
before you is blame?
That is when everybody losses all, even
friends
But how can you be strong?
When the last thing ''hope'' is wrung
Brushed to the unfair side, in the
thrash can thrung!
Trum trum trum, like the saw of failure cutting
away hope till poom!
It cuts dividing and showing our naked
weakness
Aggression is separated from submission
in this tenderness
Then how can we see the little bus of
hope with its goodness
Whatever the situation you in...never
lose hope
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