Hopes Glory
My treasure chest is filled with hope.
It's value's more than gold.
It's always there to help me cope.
It's story's never old.
The winds of change will come and go.
And dreams change with the tide.
But faith in hope is all I know.
It's there for the long ride.
When times get rough and friends all fade.
And fantasy wins out.
Somehow you'll think you've go it made.
When you think what's it's about.
That's hope eternal till the end.
Glory at it's best.
It's not something you need pretend.
It's the truest treasure chest.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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