HOPE, OUR ONLY SPIRITUS MUNDI Strolling down the streets in the garden Theres a thunderous whisper of hope As though life is in the maiden I wonder a mind was under a dope A hope daring all predicaments At a time all seem lost In a sizzling moment of torments But a mind seems to boast And so Im on my way to victory A victory that brings history A history that creates legacy A legacy that fulfills prophecy It was written long before time Limping hopes to rise to grace In a moment so sublime Least did we doubt the phrase A now determination bears hope Then hope bears success Success teaches us to cope So were not just seen as passers Now I stroll home from the garden Unmasking untrue smiles on my way Wearing real ones as if Ive never fallen Theres only one thing to say That, even in the darkest moments I dare not to despair For not even Im spelled with torments Hope remains my funfair Many times I may fight and lose But doors of hope will never close!
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 07:39:07 +0000
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