The Legend of Hope
You cannot know the good from bad, what course did change for actions had.
A thousand gone from dawn till dusk, a hero birthed egregious loss.
To stay the darkness, the dead of night, what strength they gain from losing fights, the last to stand on failing line, survive.
The light had made home, oh glorious ark, vessel made virtue, by warrior heart, even defeat adorns you well.
Know me fighter, your most failed writer, yet still I offer hope. Not a feeling things work out, but a feeling, that keep us going, when they don't.
Stand again, meet perilous end, where glory still finds home. For everyday did you dare to dream, a difference made by your own.
Life had made so bitter sweet, every close and near defeat, we shall ever know. For somewhere in the soul, our resolve has surely grown.
Take up your banner, stand up again, know the grip of firmer hand, and daunt the line once more. For I stand beside you, no more to be alone. Against all odd, we know this not, and hope is greater still. It'll pick you up and dust you off, both heart and will renewed.
Copyright © Lairyck Beliveau | Year Posted 2023
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