It’s all I have.
Voice, barely heard
Touch, never felt
Yet somehow we manage
This hand we’ve been dealt
You say to stay real
But that is not me
All this I feel
Yearns to be free
When I think of my desires
It is you for which I pray
Hope is all I have
And a hope that will stay
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