HOPE

THIS WAS MADE AFTER MY GRANDFATHER PASSED AWAY

EVERYBODY ALWAYS TOLD ME TO HOPE.
HOPE FOR THE BEST HOPE IT GETS BETTER.
AS I SIT IN MY ROOM TRYING TO HOPE.
I ASK MYSELF "WHAT HOPE IS LEFT?"
ALMOST TWO YEARS HAVE GONE BY
SINCE GOD TOOK YOU TO FLY HIGH
BUT AS I SAY "WHAT HOPE IS LEFT?"
I GET A RUSH OF REMEMBERANCE
"NEVER GIVE UP" IS ALL I HEAR.
JUMP TO LOOK AND SEE NO ONE THERE.
SIGHT IS A SENSE
LOVE IS AN EMOTION
WHAT MATTERS MOST IS THE MEMORIES HELD
JUST OVER 24 MONTHS AGO 
TIME NEEDED TO SLOW
EVERYDAY IT GOT CLOSER I BEGAN TO FALL
CLOSING MY EYES REMEMBERING TO STAND TALL
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS HOPE
HOLD THE ROPE NEVER SAY NOPE AND JUST HOPE!!

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