Hope is amour…
Through hope we gain might
It strengthens our heart
And wills us to fight.

Hope is our shield…
It’s life’s greatest buffer
It wards off despair
And makes us all together.

Hope is our sword…
It cuts through depression
We wield it with vigor
And measured discretion.

Hope is our goblet…
We drink from its lip
We swallow huge gulps
And not just a sip.

Hope is our nectar…
It’s sweet and it’s pure
It nurtures our being
With powers to cure.

Hope is our feats…
Our ravenous passion
We want a full platter
And not just a ration.

Hope is our light…
It brightens our road
Enhances our vision
Which lessens our load.

Hope is our future…
Mankind’s greatest need
Success is the flower
But hope is the seed.

By Bill Clark K- 80703
2 EY- 38
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
U.S.A.

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