Ode To Hope

Ode To Hope ode

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Oh hope my friend, how sweet is your voice.
You’re touch like sedative in these times of darkness.
Shall i take you? It is not my choice,
But if I do, what shall I do then?
Am i cursed to live, without life?
To see what little of time is left?
To hope for something I never had ?
To witness how loneliness slowly crept?
Is love truly so lonely?
What say you my friend?
If you are the person feeling it only,
When your heart touches your hand.
My friend what shall i do?
What doctor should I see?
When my eyes are poisoned with beauty,
My lips with pure honesty.
Tell me not my brother, tell me why I’m weak
Is it love or hope,
That makes us so sick?
Don’t lose trust in me brother,
And hold tightly to your blade.
For it is better do die quickly
Then to suffer by fate.

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