Wenzlers

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Dark Hope

Watching a slow fade
This scene can't go black
Tomorrow is coming
I'll rest with you now

Breath has a ransom
Souls seek a new day
Clinging to Him
Fear demands its reward

Mourning old freedoms
Warring for answers
Losing  religion 
We stand in His truth

Dreams drowning swiftly
Bleakness breeds weakness
Hope gently echos
We've got nothing but now.

-KW























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