

Seasons of Progressing HopePlummeting downward As existence flashes before your very pupils A hypocritical theory You jump, I fallSeasons of Progressing Hope
Shadows of what's yet to pass Dim, cold, and black, a little Heart that once was luminous- No more
Praise the face that achieved belief For autonomy of the soul has shown Stars fall in shades of rose Which then descend further beyond Reach- for dreams Are indeed accessible
Cast away your sorrows For great triumph is arriving-slowly The waves crash like glass In hope for a better soundtrack
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