A River Called Hope
There’s a river that flows eternal its called Hope From the zenith of optimism and down its mountainous slopes It runs the deepest along the valley of despair The currents dismissing obstacles like it just didn’t care Ever accommodating in its spirit It carries within it Streams of negativity, even the past Meandering along teaching you nothing lasts To opulence from penury To contentment through misery There’s a panacea for problems one can’t cope It’s a river that flows eternal and it’s called Hope
The One
Life oh life! Mysterious are it’s ways How and when Who knows and who can say It doesn’t matter How brilliantly the light shines Is and was Separated by a moment, literally a matter of time If only, only if There just could be a last summer of song Chances passed around To maybe correct things, all that went wrong Oh! Cruel tide It favours not and it waits for none This much is certain Everyone is in the queue, just unaware about the (next) one