Y'know.... Its so funny, I've been thinking a lot about hope. And what is the value of keeping hope, if its possible you may never get what you're hoping for.... I mean, what good is hope, if hope is all you have in the end?
I guess Im a weary soul who may just let her flame blow it. But, as you said in this poem.... Hope finds its way back easily when I need the light to get through. Got a light?