Its true

The beauty flirts

with eyes of hope

she needs to find

her way to flee.

Her life is hard

not what was dreamed.

“What ifs” have filled

her till she screams.

Yet each new day

comes as before,

with token hints

there could be more.

So as she waits,

her heart hides deep,

her face it smiles

while spirit weeps.

But still the hope

it will not die.

Each face that comes

is seen with sighs.

Is this the one

who is to come-

who’ll break the chains

and sing I’ve won!

So each new day

there is a look,

reserved for one

who might be real-

to share the story

and bring in glory!

If only life could be so true,

and I could be alive with you!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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