The currents swaying
All is loose and hanging by a thread
The attacks from the Breeze is far too harsh, causing other's to grieve
and, quite frankly, things look bleak
But behold, for in the distance I hear a sound
Like that of a trumpet howling in sound surround
The sound so blissful like that of a spring day
where, life could never seem so simple, and so pristine
Look carefully, for what you hear is not a sound of dis-taint
But rather a sound of peace of something being arisen and found
Hope is what is to be found for
It is of Hope we are comprised and in it are we alive so
remember, you are a part of something bigger
no matter the pain or the hurt, you will endeavor
because when God made man He gave great love
into building us into a world


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