joi, 19 august 2010

hope dies last

maybe the world
is a very dark place
the heart's light
still shines bright
maybe music dies slowly
some of us
become guitars
piano and violins
and will forever sing
maybe love always dies
the journey 'till the end
hides such beauties
the human eye cannot transcend
naked bodies drowned in moonlight
people hurt other people
we kill, by sword or word
the hardest part
of it all
is learning to forgive
maybe no one knows who
you are and yet
do you understand?
only an open soul
can help
when it rains
cuddle near your friends
tell stories, laugh, cry and never forget
hope spins the ride
and even though
it's all burlesque
there's only this chance for one to taste
the true embodiment
of God's faith
do hope
because, even if you may well
pretend otherwise,
love is above all else
and hope
for hope dies last

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