I MUST LOVE IF I MUST LIVE

What will be done when the heart that sings becomes

the voice that weeps,

What will be done for the love that turned sour,

Will tomorrow come when it is dawn?

Or will the darkness impose itself as forever?

The hope of the hopeless is a lucid dream,

the heart that bleeds still dares to open itself,

she holds onto her being, despite the pain that digs her skin,

she breathes and tries again, “One more day,”

she says. “I must love if I must live.”

And the rhythm begins again.
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