Hope

by Hamzah Rather aged 8

I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m cold,
I’m not much more than sand in a hold.
I got the sight of the frostbite.
I’m chillin to fear, I’m chillin to death.
I’m scared, I might not see you.
All the days that past.
All the nights that went.
Please somebody come for me,
Whoever does has a pure heart just like the one I saw.
I don’t like fear so that’s why I gonna stand strong.
I’m not gonna let the world go behind me.
I have to keep it in my sight,
Otherwise, I’ll have a treacherous night
I’ll surely feel the pain,
Like those days I went insane.
I wanna go to the bright side
But I got shunned to the dark side.
My only hope is to get up on my feet,
And sing to the one who came for me.
I will and I will never be more happy,
To see the greatest the only hope.
All I have to do is wait for the moment I get back to being who I am.
JUST give me a few years and I’ll be back on my feet.
JUST like the one I hoped for,
JUST like the one I begged for.
But all I know is they will never come,
Even if I plead for them.
I don’t know what to say who I am
I’m starting to lose confidence
Like somebody was taking over my heart.
Hope has come back, we re-join as we met.
And then I woke up, everything is in harmony AGAIN.

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