Hope
- Jul 23, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 15, 2019
I was asked what I have to be hopeful about
In a world so cold and dark
And there was nothing to say
But that hope is not mine to possess
It is me
For as sure as I stand here in flesh and bone
My heart beats free
Running wild with dreams that can't be taken away
I need no permission to fly
My wings were never yours to give




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