Faith and Hope
Why do we push ourselves to be the best
But suffer when we fail the test?
Life's biggest gifts are never granted,
we blame God because we couldn't have it.
Why do the homeless have no place to stay?
Are they just destined to rot their life away?
Children in other countries tend to starve,
we tell ourselves we can do nothing 'cause it is just too far.
How can one take his own brother
and then stare into to the eyes of his mother?
I've come to realize the answers are deep within,
like a cave that never ends.
Good will come, bad will go. It's called faith. It's called hope.
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