In shadow's deep where sorrows lie man turns from man with hardened eyes. But in the darkness a light appears a voice that calms that dries the tears. Rise above the broken the torn for love is where all hope is born. Though hate divides, the spirits truth won't be denied in every soul a spark remains a call for mercy through the pain.
Michael Cochrane © 2024
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