as long as
we keep an inkling
the size of a
mustard seed
that there
will be another day,
there is hope
for change
and growth.
as even those who have
no knowledge of
the virtue of hope,
are but slaves to it
as long as
a single soul
on the face
of the Earth
believes in it's worth,
and that is what
he who hath no hope
despises most.
10:57 AM 6/17/2013 ©