Demons banished in September,
Friends lost in January,
An Angel found in February.
Fate may be more than a dream,
Karma more than a wish,
Hope may have its place still.
I was living life on a fibre of a rope,
But you gave me hope,
You cut my rope and gave me a place on yours.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Demons banished in September,
Friends lost in January,
An Angel found in February.
Fate may be more than a dream,
Karma more than a wish,
Hope may have its place still.
I was living life on a fibre of a rope,
But you gave me hope,
You cut my rope and gave me a place on yours.
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