Thursday, April 11, 2013
My hope isn't tied to the seasons; my hope isn't tied to the rain. My hope isn't tied to money, or stars, or good fortune, or a lack of pain.
My hope doesn't fade with the sunset, 'cause in the dark you call my name.
My hope is in a person. My hope is found.
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