Many people find life miserable
Some even try to commit suicide
Others break down
They find life merely a passage of time
Not even colored black nor gray
It’s because they don’t hope against hope.
Yes there’s always a sun that shines
at the end of the sky.
There’s always rain that‘ll fall on the barren land.
There’s always be a singing of birds
for they have songs to sing.
There’s always be a grain of wheat
That’ll live for others may die.
There’s always a pot of gold
in every struggle of man.
There’s always a bridge to walk on
In our effort to reach out there.
There’s always comfort to our troubled heart
….. yes, there’s always hope.
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