Faith
When the sun begins to set,
When the colours seem to fade,
When all hope seems useless,
When all people turn against,
When the storm takes pace,
When all leaves begin to droop,
When my heart begins to pain,
When all my fears come before me,
When all my sorrows fall upon me,
When all weaknesses build inside me,
When fate humours me,
And my destiny is unkown,
I know that faith is inside me,
To make me believe and give me hope,
That the better is still to come.
Copyright © Fiona Herne | Year Posted 2008
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