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Once there was a time of fear, once there was the time of fate,
Death had come and fear its mate.
Evil had spread across 'The Land of Good Hopes', Spreading sorrow
There was no hope to borrow.
The merriness of all the worldly things, hast disappeared into the ground,
Leaving nothing, nothing around,
But hopelessness and loss, anger and pride, taking it all but the sweet lullbies.
This small story, the song of the heart, not just rocked the babes to sleep,
But it does help the hope around creep.
Up from the ground, it srung like fountains of water!
Hope, Up from the springs of time.
And this is how, this is how my dear children,
How hope defeted the time of fear, and the time of fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this. A really good poem. Good write. You might like my poem called, The living and the dead.