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Jan 2014
Hope can be the last flame from a dying lighter,
And on some nights nothing shines brighter

But on a clear night a flame can be seen from miles away,
And I've been the one holding the candle, so believe me when I say

It gets better. It has before, and it always will.
Even if your life is at a complete stand still

Don't blow out that light, you'll need it to see
That things are exactly where it needs to be.

Ignite your soul with it, keep your eyes open.
You don't always know when you'll see that hope again.
Elijah Griffan
Written by
Elijah Griffan  Muskegon, MI
(Muskegon, MI)   
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   Steven A Fowler
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