Their tomorrow is veiled
among the vast shades of a ripe soul…
Their tomorrow is vague
in the depths of an uncertain path
…However veiled or vague,
their tomorrow is theirs.
And it’ll dawn… it always has…
…
With an undying thirst
for a purpose,
or a reason “to be”
There will be a day,
when a speckle of light
At the end of a curving path,
will await to ease the sorrows of a life
deprived from generations past….
There will be a day,
When they’ll open their souls
to let the hope sink in.
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