A ray of hope,
When you think you’ve lost all of it,
A streak of sunshine,
After a dark, cold night..
Hearing a baby’s cry,
For the very first time,
A lover’s kiss,
After a day spent fighting crimes..
It’s the beautiful flowers that blossom,
Surrounded by nothing but thorns,
The cacti that bloom,
With no trace of nurturance around..
It’s something we’d cling to,
Something we’d love to see soon,
A silver lining shining,
On the dark clouds of doom..
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