Some words embrace your injured soul,
Some are prescribing your scattered thoughts.

Some moments repressed your past gallery.
Some lay with in your broken prestige.

Now amidst the fallen leaves, I see,
The promise of spring, soon to be free.

If you encounter the view of life.
For some, it’s a blur, for others, it’s strife

To grow, sometimes you must hideaway
In months or seasons, find your own way.

Return with hope that’s unbearable,
With new beams of light, undeniable.

Illuminate the world with hope’s pure light,
Brightening the darkest corners with might