Holding Out Hope
Holding out for hope leaving out the door
searching high and low tearing past grey
latching on to all the bells and whistles
left hanging out again in the pouring rain
With winds flowing through my speck of being
thoughts sit in waiting to fly across the sea
waves of promise rise up and shine for me
as notes adored walk bravely upon the shore
Watching pretty daisies on a clouded day
Surrounded with love, I think I'll stay
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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