Be not good at loosing hope
Everyone preaches that for our tomorrow
That is the anchor with storms to cope
That we must possess not borrow
Whom do we leave it for?
If that is the bird we have at hand?
Strife is part and parcel of our lives therefore
Like lyric is part of band
Beliefs that make normal our abnormalities
Yet inside filled with physical and mental disease
Where grows past, present and future's uncertainties
But despite all bestowing an optimism that never wants to cease
Hope is a sinew for every daily suffering
And energy's fadedness always colouring
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
Be not good at loosing hope
Everyone preaches that for our tomorrow
That is the anchor with storms to cope
That we must possess not borrow
Whom do we leave it for?
If that is the bird we have at hand?
Strife is part and parcel of our lives therefore
Like lyric is part of band
Beliefs that make normal our abnormalities
Yet inside filled with physical and mental disease
Where grows past, present and future's uncertainties
But despite all bestowing an optimism that never wants to cease
Hope is a sinew for every daily suffering
And energy's fadedness always colouring
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Saturday/11/11/2017
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