One Glimpse of Hope
mist on the ev'ning
soft breezes blow
colored leaves have been
wrapped for the show
watching an angel
dancing so slow
lost in the music
no place to go
calls from the distance
echo in part
from messages hung
next to the art
and then there's one child
inside life's chart
hoping that freedom's
still pure of heart
songs from the valley
offer no clue
to all the myst'ries
we have moved through
studies of springtimes
bring nothing new
from shadowed mountains
hidden from view
somehow spirits drift
throughout the dreams
coated in moonlit
yellows and creams
alongside fountains
and narrow streams
nothing that matters
is as it seems
still we wipe the mist
from burning eyes
to stare at faces
lost in disguise
by gossamer wings
carried through skies
is the broken soul
promised to rise
angel still dances
in her own way
knowing forever
is here to stay
she sees through the mist
those whom will stray
it's for them alone
she'll ever pray
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