Hope Remains

His face for so long, he has hid,
because disappointed greatly, we did.
For we disobeyed, the words of his voice,
and now all around, is the error of that choice.
So much death, hate, pain and fear,
and more and more, new horrors appear.
Yet still we rebel, and will listen not,
seems common sense, have many forgot.
Continuing to live life, anyway they choose,
never realizing, what they're about to lose.
But so loved he, that another chance he gave,
to save us from, that eternal grave.
And to lead us back, he always tries,
for there is no pleasure, when a loved one dies.
And where breath is, shall hope remain,
so make not his effort, all in vain.



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Written on 2009-06-29 at 15:30

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oh hello again...can you feel me touching that stick?

the words of his voice...where are they? talk to me sweetie.
2009-06-29