Hope For The Hopeless
I do not count the hours,
Nor do I count the days.
I put my faith in split seconds,
Because they can change everything.
Time does not measure the amount
Of hope that one carries,
Or for how long.
Hope is timeless.
What goes up must come down;
And what goes around
Will come ’round again.
Hope is the endless cycle of recycled hearts.
Hope is the passion that never grows old,
and that which will never die.
Broken bones, sticks and stones
Are no match for unwavering souls.