To those who have hope- and
To those who just mope,
I ask thee to hold on- cause,
You won't be forlorn.
To us who search for meaning-and
To us, who are done caring
I ask thee to endure- for
The end is not obscure.
As alluring as fate might be-and
As bitter as life could be,
Mere mortals we may be-But
We brave them, be it hell or worse.
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