When our world falls apart
And the foundation of our existence seems to be shaky with no one to call for help, who do we run to?

When our dreams are dying
And our future is unsure
With our ambitions going down the drain
Who do we call to revive our dying dream?

When our faith dies because fear became our new guest
And our fears torture us with our deepest fear

Hope comes as a little thing
That brings your fears to the melting point
Revive our dying dreams and becomes a pillar we can lean on

We become optimistic
We build our faith and make it stronger
When our world falls apart Hope becomes our only refuge
The only thing we can hang on to...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.