Where are the arms of hope
to stay the chill of sorrow
when each day passes
and one day becomes the next
is this when hearts divide
one belief in pride of stubbornness
yet lives a contradiction
the other, once made of stone
now broken –
their bones of strength….
feeble, have lost the marrow
like an old friend
misplaced of courage
and cannot see the faith
to heal the wounds
where love stands strong
so two weak hearts
can beat as strong as one…..
tomorrow.
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