The Quote
My heart beating on my Hands,
As reality show off it's Fangs.
This poverty busy taking Pride,
And enjoying it's joy Ride.
If i could swap my Dream,
This pain would drown in a Stream.
But reality has struck Again,
And i am left with no Gain.
Day or Night, which to Blame?
As i lay down feeling Lame.
Traveling through my Thought,
Am lost like a drop of water in a Pot.
My faith is as old as Me.
But is my hope able to See
What is hidden under the Sun,
When i reach the next Turn.
Suddenly i remember the Quote,
Which is older than my shabby Coat
And strong enough to help me Cope.
"Where there is Life, there is Hope"
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