The Light

On the darkest night
The blackest space
The lonliest place to be,
There's still a light
Though barely in sight
That we all are able to see.

When fear suffocates us,
and the grief nearly blinds us,
and prayers seem
lost in the wind
When times seem the worst
Like our lives
have been cursed,
one day you'll feel
you've been heard.

So close your eyes,
weary friend
Here's my hand, to the end
Let's wait here with hope
in our hearts.

We'll see that light
And it'll all be alright
Because each day of
our lives
Is the start.

Written By, ~BrisaTrue~

This poem and graphic was sent to me and others by BrisaTrue after the tragedy of the Sept. 11th attack.

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