Hope is for the people who survive
The people who live
Thrive
And the ones who have the drive
Hope is for the people who want
The people who yearn
Flaunt
And the ones who burn
Hope is for the children
The teens
The adults
And the ones in between
It's for you
The one who lives
The one who wakes in the morning optimistic
Eager
Wishing
And trusting
The one who spends their time in love
In happiness
With change
And with wild spirits
Hope is for the forgotten
Forsaken
The left behind
And the mistaken
It's for the bright
The dark
And anyone in sight
Hope is for them
You
Me
Hope belongs to the sinners
The heroes
The beginners
And anyone placed at zero
Hope belongs to all
Hope is everlasting
Even if it is small
Hope will always be broadcasting
All you need to do is listen
Listen
And hope will come
Hope will come.
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Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoéziaA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
