Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Hope    

How do I mend my naked life?

Call my mind back from the barren dark side of the moon

Tell me how I stop seeding my thoughts on dark burnt land?

Ash blown memories returning.

Tell me how I fill the black space in my mind

How do I bring back the fruitful gardens of my dreams

Where hope ever beckoned?

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