Hope was always before me,
I could grasp it at any moment.
Then rays of light overwhelmed everything,
Everything seemed beautiful.
But then came very different times,
Darkness that too often prevails.
Sadness then sets in,
And darkness prevails.
This struggle so often seems so hopeless,
Looking back shows only struggles.
Where is the joy?
Was it ever there for long?
Was it all just an illusion?
Was all that light nothing?
It's so easy to lose hope
Darkness always comes quickly
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