Hope

Soumis par thibaud le lun, 25/04/2016 - 01:35
Flame

When the night returns
With its fears and shadows,
I see that Hope burns
As a fire by the windows.

And the red flames rise
To fight some memories,
Which seemed as allies
But became your enemies.

These ghosts attack again
To break down your walls,
But Hope never falls

And you chase away the pain.
You get up, one more time,
To find your way in rhythm and rhyme.