Hope, how friendly you are
Closer than a blood brother
You saunter into the mind
At the nick of time to rescue
A man willfully at the end of the rope
Who sees no cause to cope
And grace the grins of the coming sun.
You swiftly see the unseen,
Making molehills of mountains
Where bravery meets optimism
You come leading the way
So we plough the ground today
And plant our several seeds
For we hopefully know
There comes a Tomorrow.
You disappoint not
Though you're just a thought.
Things we do not see
Because we a mortally blind
We believe through the mind.
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