Before the death of today,
my situation will smile.
A miracle is on her way,
it's just a little while.
Before the day falls,
my joy will soar.
Before the night calls,
there'll be a happy uproar.
The beckon of respite.
Calm crawls with confidence.
Fear, I will extradite...
time is of essence.
Willingly I will wait
for the arrival of this miracle.
Apparently she won't be late;
'Hope' is a truthful oracle.
An arousal of anxiety;
patience losing her composure.
The assurance of certainty;
this miracle is for sure.
By Mc Shapiro
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