Hope will keep you waiting, but hope will see you through.
If even trees and air can see you cry,
and see the value of your tears,
What more of a breathing person,
who is counting all your fears.
If even stars and dust aim to make you smile
in the darkest of your days,
What more of a kindred spirit,
who is looking out for you in all ways?
If even leaves and stone would hold you close
and never let you go,
What more of a fated being,
whose name you do not yet know?
poem by Mandy Lee
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