Long lost have all sense of sensibility
Long lost all have hope,
Only left an echo of desirability;
The future left to only cope.
Hope for the better,
Even hope for the worse;
Just keep hoping,
Keeping aside the remorse.
Sit back up, if you tumble.
Get back on your feet, if behind you are left;
Long will be the night gone, darkness drifting away…
Stand firm on your ground,
Do not let your guard down,
Head on straight,
There is no point turning around!
Keep on hoping,
That is all there is to say,
Pass it on, spell it out & whisper it away
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