When the moon rolls out of the sky
And you are strangled with darkness.
When the trees have lost their leaves
And stand in surrender to winter.
When every word is a suicide note
And your face is dry from crying.
This is when hope arrives
Like a hurricane of joy
It swallows you whole
And from deep within your bones, you find a song
That softens your mind
And gives enough light in your eyes
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