HOPE

When in the life of mid-stream choices

and friends are few between

when songs become an empty promise

stuffed with pillow dreams

and every street becomes an alley

where shadows whisper lies

you stop the voices

remembering words

from someone not so long ago

who claimed hope and love

a second chance

beyond the loss

a shining light within

the God of Abraham

the King of Kings

the beginning and the end.

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