The
land barren
With
ominous clouds
I
see no life
Where
do I go?
A
mustard tree
With
a bird high
Songs
of beauty
She
is my hope
Holding
on
Life
a contrast
Despair
around
But
light up high
Look
up for hope
Holding
on
So
many gone
Yet
here I stand
Looking
at hope
Look
there I must
Despair,
hope am I
Light,
dark I live
I
must look up
Hope
from above
Holding
on
Copyright 2017
Duane Windell Phillips
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