I've come to realize
That the world is unkind,
And the river of hope has run dry.
It has left us both broke,
As we await the day when we can see
A land where flowers bloom.
There's a world out there that we've yet to see.
There are things that haven't been done.
There are stories of old
And tales to be told.
There's a life out there that hasn't begun,
In a land where flowers bloom.
There's beauty beyond the darkness.
There's a light that will serve to guide us
To the right,
Out of the night,
To a land where flowers bloom.
A land where flowers bloom.

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A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry
PoetryAs you all may know, I am not a poet. But when inspiration strikes, I write in whatever way it comes to me. I hope you guys enjoy!