Hardship & hope

Dare I dream of hope in a world that's self consuming, or dare I dream of a home where hearts are always blooming. Peaceful the mind would be, in a land I am assuming, but hardship is what we find, in a world that should be booming.

 

Wisdom shall be your guide in moments that are confusing, and damned our lives would be if faith we are accusing. Clouded are peoples minds, with rage that’s over fuming, and lost are those who think that life is just amusing.

 

Sadness will fill the sky of a scourge that may be looming, but in God we must have faith in a life we are resuming. Doubtful your mind can be when trust you’re swiftly losing and heavy your heart would beat when intrusive thoughts are cruising.

 

With joy my soul is filled on a day that is illuming, and cheerful birds will sing on trees that are perfuming. The rain shall fall again on lands that man is rooming, and the sun will shine with hope on grief that was intruding.