Let life be your hope
in what you are doing,
don't let it elope
from inside and going.
It's all found
in the inside beat,
and to your ways bound
the way you treat.
Its invisible touch
is finding its way,
in a heart that loves much
in the fairest of play.
It's all about you
that circles around,
and if you are true
you have it all found.
So, hope is its beat
life going on,
no ticks or a treat
just love that's won.
It's all inside out
that makes it true
it has no one's doubt
it has only you.
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