Hope Dies Last

Hope Dies Last

 

 

 

 

 

Hope is a seed laid in the ground,

A prayer for the lost until he’s found.

A yearning heart that waits at home,

A distant voice heard on the phone.

A melody in the dark of night,

A pale blue pledge of morning light.

A wisp of smoke before the flame,

A cloud that promises coming rain.

 

Dreams may fade,

And plans not last,

Hearts may grow weary,

But hope dies last.

 

(From The Butterfly and the Stone

 

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