Hope

The star that is shining,

To screams that are deafening.

Tothe places that are hopeless,

To the souls that are homeless

In the darkness,

It will find path because of its purificeness.

Sometimes it can be dirty,

And we dont have to be dirty.

Because its always part of the journey,

The journey we call death lately.

Hope is pope in hopeless,

Soul is soul to souless.