Hope

What is the sun? without the rain? Where is the life? after the slain? How is there pleasure? without pain? hardened through your dismal sights drowned your sorrow in forgotten nights When worlds twisted through and through sun may rise become a new hope must always hold to grip even through darkness you may slip even a sickly blackened heart of hate can be turned and churned to seek a sake do not take easy life to task for good and bad may never last instead endure the troubled road and find you have the strength for so for suffering is always meant to pass to keep honey sweet, and lengths to laugh the road is full of twist and turns some may freeze, some may burn some may torment, some may test all take courage in every step...