I trod through thorns
and sat street shells,
With my sockets carrying
thou'd oceans;
And my heart weeping the most

Yet in thou'd stormy chaos
I kept on embracing thee,
cos' thine mantle seldom
kept me;
And maketh the future limpid

I will keep on persisting
till I grasp my last breath,
For the future might
be a mystery;
Yet I'll take my chances

For if there is life; thou is still
Mantle of 'HOPE'.

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