HOPE
A broken winged bird unable to fly.
Gorvelling in the dust
Trying to reach high.
But failing despite so many tries.
Fluttering, uttering silent cries
Is nobody there for my rescue?
To paint my life with glorious hues
Oh, when will I taste sweet freedom again,
Will I always be bonded in deep pain?
Just how much will you torment me?
Shall I ever be woebegone, never free!
Many a tear have I shed all this long
So often have I sung melancholy songs.
I am weary of this world, this life
Left is nothing but sorrow and strife
Fears and frustations beset my way
No good, kind words does anyone say,
I do not expect
An act of humanity
From any in this world of
Treason and felony,
Though dejected, I am not yet broken,
Deep down, a quiet feeling is lurking,
That some day all is going to be fine,
There will again be a wonderful time.
My faith in God is unfathomable.
And like the heroine of
Some bedtime fable,
I will be the princess one day.
And with the elves
On a flying horse,
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