Try Not To Mention God (HARD)
I move guided by hope
not sight.
I know that just the tiniest
bit of belief will get me
far, no matter if I’m blind.
I see fear of death in
the quiet brown of your eyes.
I see you are also worried,
worried you’ll have to pay
more than just your life.
I hear Him — all the time.
I hear Him — into day and
when mourning night.
I know, the sun was once
just empty light,
I know that we’ve only made
it this far because of
all the fight.
I am certain, what matters is
hope, never height.
I will jump from this building
and, by God, I will fly.
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