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KEYENNA: Hope on shackles.
HOPE ON SHACKLES.
Sadness awakens my thought,
What becomes of this weakened heart?
Where words reach but swim in oblivion,
With no reason for treason.
“Come on”, said the man with the stick,
“Let me lead you to that path
Where light blossoms in seasons,
And love swims along the shackles”.
“Crash the crest”, I said
Make way for the living light
Where fright dwindles
And peace blossoms
In the bid of our lives.
For this is the hope we seek.
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Sadness awakens my thought,
What becomes of this weakened heart?
Where words reach but swim in oblivion,
With no reason for treason.
“Come on”, said the man with the stick,
“Let me lead you to that path
Where light blossoms in seasons,
And love swims along the shackles”.
“Crash the crest”, I said
Make way for the living light
Where fright dwindles
And peace blossoms
In the bid of our lives.
For this is the hope we seek.
© All Rights Reserved
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