Hope brings smiles on faces,
yet tear stained are the pillow cases,
all struggling like a child in braces,
for this world moves not in paces.
Burning are the eyes that cries,
yet hope blooms because it dries,
all soaked so bad like oil and fries,
for this life ends not without tries.
In this cruel world we all still try,
to look upon at the end in just wry,
just to let people in the world pry,
for still hope shall never go dry.
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