Hope Returns
What is it to be in darkness.
Who is it who walks in shadow.
The night is his hound.
The fog is his blanket.
Who is he who is wrapped in starlight.
Beauty to the eye but danger to the heart.
Who is he to tug a tear.
Despair sits at his right.
And depression at his left.
Anxiety is his footstool and fear his cup bearer.
Who is he to drive out the fruit of strength and to plant the seed of weakness.
What is he to lure the youths rebellious and curious heart.
And send home a crooked soul.
Where is he where terror thrives and nightmares rule.
What is it that stands against him.
It is the innocence of children.
It is the babies first laugh.
It is the moment of truth when she discovers love.
It is when the fire of passion brings the dawn.
And the weeds of pain are shriveled by the shining sun.
The day comes.
The light comes.
The hope returns.
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