It’s true, indeed,
that hope dies last.
And then it’s buried
in the soil of our
present past.

But then again..
tomorrow always brings
a future present of The Sun
that rises as a herald
of the coming day.

Though it is dark right now,
I still hold faith..
That God Almighty shall
shed light upon
my strange and crooked path..
and lead the way.

What is there left for me to do
but reverently pray..
and be the strength that lives
to fight another day.