"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
