Song of Hope
The Song of Hope, it sings aloud.
But, it’s all to me but a broken sound.
The Song of Hope is a tired tune,
At least to me and not to you,
It sings of good and future new;
But, all it gave is an unkept tomb.
In it lies my hopes and dreams,
A joyful past and cheerful glees.
It all has died long ago,
But, hope still sings even so!
Can’t Hope know what is dead is dead?
Why can’t Hope know what was said was said?
Hope is a clang in my ears and a pain in my chest!
A denier of truth and a noise without rest!
I tire of you, oh Song of Hope;
Why should I fly to fall so low?
Yet you grip my heart even so.
Oh yes you do, oh Song of Hope.
By GreatFaith
8/4/21
Copyright © Finding Greatness | Year Posted 2021
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