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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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