What happens to hope when all hope Is gone and you still hope? When you wish and the wish Granted is more than your wish? When you think and think till you can’t think Any more than what your mind is limited to think of?
When your doors are half closed and half open?
When truth is stripped naked to bare lies?
When all roads lead to safety and ease but solutions fails and options end?
What do you own and who owns you?
How often do you receive with your lower hands
Efforts of sincere only for your sake
Why is your love so ugly and hatred your beauty?
Why do you war not against enemies? But within yourself What makes you doubtful?
To believe in your own
Are those protecting you from evil? Acting evil themselves?
Why like a chameleon, are you confused with colours?
Who will relief your grief’s and lift your burden?
Why are you sick with love? Uncured from hatred?
And deceased as your peace Why are your sins not pardoned?
After all are you dead?
Or still alive
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
What happens to hope when all hope Is gone and you still hope? When you wish and the wish Granted is more than your wish? When you think and think till you can’t think Any more than what your mind is limited to think of?
When your doors are half closed and half open?
When truth is stripped naked to bare lies?
When all roads lead to safety and ease but solutions fails and options end?
What do you own and who owns you?
How often do you receive with your lower hands
Efforts of sincere only for your sake
Why is your love so ugly and hatred your beauty?
Why do you war not against enemies? But within yourself What makes you doubtful?
To believe in your own
Are those protecting you from evil? Acting evil themselves?
Why like a chameleon, are you confused with colours?
Who will relief your grief’s and lift your burden?
Why are you sick with love? Uncured from hatred?
And deceased as your peace Why are your sins not pardoned?
After all are you dead?
Or still alive
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