anarchic is the world ~
in which we live-in today
where money has become the master
n' we've become its bonded slaves
where hurts of our past
have made their homes in our heart
where fears of uncertain tepid future
has left, us frenzied gropin' in the dark!
though the journey seems intriguin'
do not succumb to the testin' times
in the end, all will be right
just keep looking for the light
it's the rule of the universe
that after every dusk comes the dawn
the darkest hours in our lives
can only last until the morn'!
when you feel, you're done n' dusted with life
hold onto HOPE to guide you thru' such strife
when the paths seems steep n' hard to climb
HOPE is the balm that will soothe your mind
when trials seem unrelentin' n' shatter your soul
HOPE is the sparkle that will make you feel whole
when tears stream silently down your eyes
in such faces of travesty is where HOPE abides!
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