HOPE by Frantz Saintil

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Jan 2016

HOPE

My voice is too quiet to be heard.
My words are too hidden to be read.
So why forsake my loyal bed
for a crusade that was born dead?

Written by

Frantz Saintil Gainesville

(Gainesville)

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