Hope From Hope
A horrible minute before the dawn ,
The seed of grief grew
It turned cities into void.
When the sun fully shines,
A sound of pain woke up the crowd.
What does a seed of sorrow-
If it bore a fruit
That will burst the spirit
Of love,of faith ,and hope.
Exalt thy God's name for HE
sent us the angels.
In their hands a bowl of fire--
A fire to give us light.
Learning to console the forlorn hearts.
Let our flag stands,
Make the chains forever connected.
Give hope by becoming a hope,
Help more out of despite,
Ardent fervor to raise our race.
By humane a golden heart
Hope will make us live
And the coming of misfortune
Will just turn into myth.
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