Everyone lives on a glimmer of hope,
But when that anchor breaks away,
It feels as though the world has ceased,
And no reason remains to face the day.
Yet, in that silence, a new sparks wakes,
A fresh breath of life, a brand new tie.
And so we walk this endless path,
Chasing hope until the day we die.
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