The Light
On the other side of the hill,
I see a light.
Hope is its name
It comes after the lies,
After the heartbreak.
We see the colors of a
dawning day and we
realize, lifes pretty good
after all.
Even if there are
spiders and
stupid boys,
There is always Hope.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2008
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