It was rather beautiful how the world began to fade,
As she decided nothing will control her anymore.
The day she realised that her journey will be to liberate,
All those who feel trapped by a locked door.
Her path was clear
and her mind open wide.
She was to lead
the hopeless to the light.
To be a beacon
and show there was a way.
That moving forward wasn't an option,
if they choose to stay.
The hopeless people
took a stand.
All were fighting,
hand in hand.
Taking control over
all the earth.
And that's the story
of Hope's birth.
-ZvZ-
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
It was rather beautiful how the world began to fade,
As she decided nothing will control her anymore.
The day she realised that her journey will be to liberate,
All those who feel trapped by a locked door.
Her path was clear
and her mind open wide.
She was to lead
the hopeless to the light.
To be a beacon
and show there was a way.
That moving forward wasn't an option,
if they choose to stay.
The hopeless people
took a stand.
All were fighting,
hand in hand.
Taking control over
all the earth.
And that's the story
of Hope's birth.
-ZvZ-
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