and keeps away the evil things
without hope I cannot begin
to let my hurt heart mend.
Though my feelings grow stronger
in every way bigger and brighter
my hope begins to take shape
and fly away from the frozen place.
when a tree lives its life undone
and the shadows begin to roll around,
machines of metal and other parts
unnatural wires and sharp spots
destroy the hope of becoming again
what it was meant to be, my friend.
I know the feeling of a hope depraved
of the chance to show what it has braved
and overcome its past, contribute,
in short to the life to live with you.
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