posted on Dec, 13 2017 @ 01:45 AM
How might a light shine in the night
wavering in the cold, shivering, alone
how might a bird fly
solemn through a listless sky?
The weight falls down, heavy
upon too-tired shoulders, it rests.
Hark: the lonesome dove cries
not of sorrow, not of pain,
but of life.
Singing his joy
making it his own.
So let the darkness
pass you by,
close your doors up tight
you'll make it through all right
Have no fear, the battle is won,
for in your heart, there is light;
focus on it, the voice of hope
when fear and doubt threaten to drown.