Hope
Hope
Some days I pray they'll say my name,
Remember fire, remember fame.
A soul that tried, a heart that bled
A spark that lived where others fled.
Some days I wish to reach the end,
No trace of me for time to bend.
Just fade like wind, dissolve like air,
No weight to hold, no cross to bear.
Between the two I stand and sway,
A ghost of night, a breath of day.
Hope pulls me close, then lets me fall
To be remembered...or not at all.
Copyright © Fizza Bukhari | Year Posted 2026
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