The Night
When the night gets to its utmost
Darkness and loneliness follow
When you shiver out of frost
Filling it up what so hollow.
Find your way out before get lost;
Before the night have you swallowed.
Put your head up high; find your leading light;
Keep searching even if it is not so bright.
Do all your best and start to pray;
Even how hard it is; you’ll find your way;
Give yourself a chance to breathe as you go by;
With Pure feelings can put up with anything; just try.
Copyright © Hanan Essam | Year Posted 2010
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