A song for the hopeful.
Our lives have become an endless void
with only flashes of meaning.
Little hopeful sparks of purpose
that led us all inescapably
to such demanding extents
that the will of the strongest were broken
and the best of men made humble.
So we must all find a way
to best survive our own trials
and to guard our fragile hearts.
In the face of all the worl throws at us,
to learn to love
and be loved in return.
Then when we have endured all this,
we will thank the heavens
that life is mercifully not eternal.
For all we have been forced to stomach
seem worth it for just so long
till we can bear it no more.
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