Hope Beyond Strife Poem by Fred's Art

In the depths of poverty I stand alone,
No riches to call my own,
Struggling through each and every day,
Hoping for a better way,
With every step, I trudge along,
Carrying burdens heavy and strong,
My dreams are shattered, my hopes are slim,
Yet, I refuse to let my spirit dim,
For I know that in this journey of life,
There is always hope beyond the strife,
Though my pockets may be bare,
I have a heart full of faith and prayer,
And so, I keep my head held high,
With the belief that one day I'll fly,
Above the clouds, beyond the pain,
Where the sun shines and there's no more rain,
Until then, I'll keep on going,
With the strength and courage that keeps me glowing,
For I know that in this life's test,
Hope and faith will lead me to my best.