My dear one,
Please hold on
To that last drop of tear,
To that last ounce of hope,
To the last word of prayer,
To the last song in your playlist
Now on loop, as you wish
For the moments to pass
Before the sun rises
Again to shed light,
Driving away the darkness.
Dear one, please hold on..
Do not let the burn from the stove
Ruin the happiness and will
That none who speaks ill
Of you can ever let you have;
For, you are born to walk
On the bed of blazing charcoal.
Dear one, please hold on
To your patience, from dusk to dawn
Trust Time and Truth to weave your story
To help you reach your full glory,
For so long you have the aid of Truth,
You will eventually tide over this transient ruth.
Ruth is an archaic noun that means grief or distress.
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