The road of victory
is long and far reaching
gazing out at its stretching vista
turns my eyes to vacant pools

A meek whisper is barely heard
amoung a legion of negative rants
A single hope is lost and forgotten
amoung the cascading sea of cruelty

The sun travels too quickly
across the sky and my life
leaving my wishes and dreams
lost in the dust

An angel gives me new hope
clothed in black with words of honey
would that we would meet in intimate embrace
and my life will be renewed

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