Hoping
The future continues to become the past
I wonder, is the dye really cast
Accepting that each day could be my last
Grateful for each breath I take
For each new day I awake
Finding my way
Molding my life like clay
Ever hopeful for what I may see
Sets my heart free
From what could of been
Sometime way back when
I never thought I would win
But here I stand
Hope guiding my hand
Past broken hearts broken dreams
Nothing is as easy as it seems
But to push on past
The hard times that never last
Strength from inside
No reason to hide
Compassion lights the way
Towards a new day
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