The is this little light within,
It brightens my tomorrow.
It remains positive thru thick n thin.
It's strength to my bone marrow.
It propels me like a fin,
Through the thick n narrow.
Somewhat I know I will win,
Though my brows furrow.
To change my kin,
For they borrow n sorrow.
Mercy I need, for a spin,
For this hope is left, arrow.
Deepest,
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