In the darkest hours of insanity,
When the living-with-a-heart, loses control
Every action turns into a ruthless killing of the self
And, in the darkest hours, the soul, do they shout in pain?
To restore the peace again, where do they go then?
In a little corner of the mind where a little sanity still prevails
A little hope may be giving some rest to the bereaved soul.
That little hope, let it grow;
Let it flourish into a new beginning,
Let the darkest hour vanish slow,
Let the music of the heart flow, let it flow!
'A little hope may be giving'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A fine love motivational poem. Written so poetically! Great to read u again.
A fine love motivational poem. Written so poetically! Great to read u again.
A fine love motivational poem. Written so poetically! Great to read u again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine love motivational poem. Written so poetically! Great to read u again.