When The Morning Comes, And We Are Still Alive With Hope
it is dark but shall we be afraid forever?
do we not know the promise of dawn
the glory of the opening of morning?
it is dark, but it will not be dark forever
we know that inside our hearts
and we must stand with that hope
Look! darkness is fading and
Oh! touch me i am still alive with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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