Hope
Let me be your beacon in life
Allow me be your muse’s wife
Close your eyes to world’s strife
Follow me cutting darkness as knife
In the depth of void I am your guide
In my arms the nothingness do glide
The call of desperation never abide
To me! From my eyes never hide
Fear not the turbulence of storm
Hear not the thunders shatter norm
See not lightning’s creeping worm
They are but illusions of true form
Let me be your beacon to calm
Allow me to be your wound’s balm
Open your ears to soothing psalm
Follow me, the future is in my palm
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