Hope by Holly Heron
I've heard hopes enough, Enough to keep you alive, They say that hopes a joyous feeling, Hope that they''ll come back, Hope they'll see their mistake, But hope hurts more than the the deepest bet
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I've heard hopes enough, Enough to keep you alive, They say that hopes a joyous feeling, Hope that they''ll come back, Hope they'll see their mistake, But hope hurts more than the the deepest bet
If the road of hope make you tired, remember, i exist, you exist, we will exist.Author: Constantinos Grigoriadis
Just remember that hope goes a long way.As long as you have a little you are still doing okay.Everything will be alright, the sun will start to shine, Spring brings more hope but you may just have
A girl of beauty, shy and innocent! She liked to stay aloof in her own world; She read a lot of books while in convent: Stood first in school in every exam held! She had few friends and stayed aw
I believe that horses can heal, I believe that their hearts feel all that we feel, I believe that the joy from riding is real, I believe that horses really can heal.I see children riding and smil
Charity it found meFaith it held meHope it kept meAll of the threeSet me freeAuthor: Theodora (Theo) Onken
Hope swirls around the little boy's head Jumping on the bed Christmas morning Giddy and laughing Hope carries him on fairy wings Down the stairs to the den at six a.m. And giggles as he whispers
There is always hope for tomorrowWe start a brand new dayNo one knows what is in storeAs we live our lives in every which wayWe must keep our heads upAnd accentuate the positiveThat is the attit
Unrealized directionsUnexpressed dreamsUntested wishesHope is the futureUndefinableUnquantifiableUn pragmaticHope is an enigmaConjuring new realitySubduing emotionDistorting thoughtHope i
Even as things go downhillAnd life becomes hellHope floatsEven as the world deserts youAnd friends are fewHope floatsEven as the only thing you haveIs a loneliness that is scaryHope floatsEve
Grey street cornerA frozen roomLonely bedA dying moonLitter swept streetsAnd templed starsBlurred rising sunHits burnt out cars.Hate scrawled textOn bricked in wallsFrom cancered branchA
Hope, hope, hope.Some hope for a better life, Some hope for a better death, Some hope for a better life after death, The old hope to be younger, The young hope to be older.A plethora of disconte