nightmare of travails
This feeling rooted deep in
my soul
Sometimes it pulls man down
and down under its weight
Who's gone free my soul
who's gone cut me lose
I said to my thoughts
Oh! then I heard the voices
from the tower of hope
Whispering and saying
Dear child, hold on to hope
for without hope all is lost forever \
and out of grasp like flames
disappear without tracks
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