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Well, I was mistaken. Maybe the rest of the world was too. I should have remembered that in 1985,
Yes, maybe I should have remembered that.
Yet I cannot give up hope. I must hope.
I cannot not hope.
I will not be wrapped in the pain of despair,
or let the desert chill of hopelessness overwhelm my soul.
I will sow hope, a seed of faith,
broadcast over all the land.
I will plant and toil, sing and cry;
I will labour and water with my tears,
But I cannot not hope.
Hope is the river that waters my heart
that sustains me through thick and thin,
that lays siege to despair and pain
knowing, despite the heaviness of night;
despite the darkness, the mud and pain;
day will come, light broach the night,
the sun will rise,
and my tears of pain will in a face of happiness turn
to tears of joy raised in a face shining with hope
beaming with happiness in the sun’s warm radiance, glorious promise.
I just cannot not hope.