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Hope and Faith
What is it to have faith,
And to have hope?
To stand and be strong?
To deal with and cope?
It isn't as easy as it is said,
This constant struggle from within,
A tug and a pull,
A straining stress upon my soul.
God up in Heaven,
He is my strength,
But a darkness is pulling,
Pulling me down underneath.
A constant battle,
Between emotion and mind,
Unsure what to think,
Trying to fight back this cry.
A silent plea,
Shouting out for help,
I must keep up hope,
Until the day that I die.
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