Hoping against hope
Are my wings to fly
And hold on to that robe
That pulls me to the sky
And liaises my heart beat
To its full throbbing blow
I'm now on an empty street
To where I want to go
Time’s perhaps against time
In my lonely strife
For soon I´ll be reaching prime
In my way of life
But thoughts may still wander
To where my dove is
Away from this dispute's asunder
And only with fate's loves kiss
A heart against heart
This is not the way to live
So much of doubt to impart
When there’s so much to give
Stretching the chances hours
For a permit to be and lift
From dust all the fallen flowers
Nature of vileness did drift
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