A thing that's hard to find
In a world like mine
But something we all need
If plan to survive
It gives us a reason
A reason to stay
The hope that things
Will be better one day
Maybe not now
But sometime soon
Things will become
As clear as the moon
For now we hold on
To what we know
Not sacrificing it for anything
That things called hope
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoesíaA short collection of poems written by myself, hope you all enjoy.
