Hope

Hope

Lightning Crackled, Thunder boomed,

Dark, rainy clouds, overhead, loomed.

Wet, gloomy, and sorrow,

Harsh wind blew, with a voice so hollow.

Hope had been given up, the world was in despair,

People sat huddled, whispering, ‘how unfair’.

The world was never fair, my people, but there’s nothing we can do,

Sadness over takes us, Cruelty over truth.

In times like these yet, there are miracles,

An old beggar woman moved, singing in a voice so lyrical.

She held a single lantern, which glowed fiercely,

She was in a terrible state, with a face calloused and teary,

Her clothes hung loose, and she was all skin and bones,

A hardened face and a firm voice, showed she had too long been alone.

As she sang people became warm,

They swayed in motion, no longer aware of the raging storm.

They opened their doors and followed her way,

With changed mindsets, they forgot the terrible day.

“Hope”, they sang, “is something that can never be lost”

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“Hope is something which we all have, without a cost”.

Since then, no one forgot about hope,

When on the edge of a cliff, it’s like a hanging rope.