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Hope is reaching out again, To learn to trust once more; It's picking up the shattered dreams, That lay scattered on the floor. Hope is learning how to smile, When tears have lingered long; In finding you are weak no more, For life has made you strong. Hope is learning every hand, Is not one filled with pain; For there are hands with gentle touch, With that, your heart will change. Hope is in the knowledge, That you hold deep in your soul; In learning to love and trust again, Your heart will now be whole. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1999
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