Treasure Island

nadir lovo

(1/14/1990 / LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA)

MY HOPE


MY HOPE FOR BETTER DAYS,

MY HOPE FOR BRIGHTER DAYS,

MY HOPE NEVER DIES CAUSE HOPE IS WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE.

TO HOPE, TO DREAM, TO BECOME THE IMPOSSIBLE. TO PROVE WRONG TO ALL

WHO DOUBT, TO PROVE WRONG TO MY INEER SELF, CAUSE MY HOPE

IS ALL I HAVE, WHEN ALL IS GONE AND FORGOTTEN MY HOPE WILL KEEP ON

LIVING FOR ALL MANKIND.

Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009
Edited: Thursday, October 15, 2009

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  • Gold Fish (10/15/2009 11:16:00 PM)

    Aptly stated. May it echo from the roof-tops and the mountains. For if we have not Hope...What do we have? What are we? ....... Thanks sharing your hope with the many. 10+ (Report) Reply

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