My search for hope some times is like a lunar endeavor, not warmer or brighter but darker and cold, i trudge and i slip as i try to reach for daylight but grasp only fistfuls of night, i wonder now if doubt is the way of hope, sometimes i put it aside but never leave it behind, i am tired to be afraid that i might slip away someday,walk away and fall down, there is this feeling of being a kind of a substandard, to struggle with things i do not understand yet, my pride wants to join in the smile and be back in style, so the search is on again, to find what i am doing wrong and save the love in my heart that i got left, but i do not know where to start, it never used to be so hard, so i now i follow a pair of angels in their crazy ways, mistery is back,exciting in silence and for once in innocence.... Hope is on its way.
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