Life is full of rise and fall
Hope stands always to call
keeping us in every falling down
ensnaring us its charming song
Numbed legs need to heal
standing to be charmed by a dream
moving forward to the another will
falling into trap to go on with a zeal
Life is full of traps and hurts
Hope entraps us after slumps
standing us up to weave new desires
We need the wounds of hope to rise
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