Hope Is Us With Feathers

Hope is us with feathers
That make us fly high
What perches in our everlasting spirits 
Sings a tune that never ends

Hope is the flame that rises
Which lightens the darkness in our hearts
What could distinguish the badness
That lurks in the chilliest seas

Hope is a timid friend
He’s there in the dark
Who waits in the wings
And prepares to act out 


Hope is us with feathers
That make us fly high
What perches in our everlasting spirits 
And sings a tune that never ends
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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