Source of Hope
sharp as blades
the cold facade
before my heart
as you lay
as your words
your own fragile
The frozen tears
and I cannot
Friend, I am here
I see the tears in your weary
I hear the echoes of your silent cries,
Heed now as I try to write,
Words which would ease your plight:
Though I know joy is only
Hearts often burdened by too much weeping,
There'll be an end to all this mourning,
All this pain is part of learning.
Though dreams are soon forgotten,
Promises too often broken,
This truth I know completely,
In the dark, stars shine more brightly.
The source of hope is in the
The gift of love is in the loving,
The power of dreams is in its weaving,
And the meaning of life - is in the living.
So take my hand and always
We can face anything when we're together...
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