"What is hope?"
The little girl asked,
trying hard not to mope
as we wait for dusk.
I said, hope is this:
Waiting for our fathers
return from the war;
And be the bearers
of their honorable scars.
Hope is believing
in the nation's strength;
Asking and praying
to save the lives of our men.
Hope is waiting
for the rain to stop,
And see the bright sun
from the mountaintop.
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