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Turning this grindstone
Breaking it down to heart and bone
A feeling always known

Awaken, now, flesh
Shake off all of the rust
And, deeply profess

That though rain may cover the ocean and forget the desert
It can never steal the soul's depth for hope
No matter how inept or covered by hurt's cloak
Hope remains safely stowed within a hopeless soul

Work may mean facing devils
Ghosts and all they kept concealed
But, in time you will prevail

Power may seem so distant
Hopelessness may seem to eclipse
More than it actually is

Hope is often more abounding
When the sound of hopelessness is sounding
As the fists and feet of hope are pounding their way back within again

So, know that though rain my cover the ocean and forget the desert
It can never steal the soul's thirst for hope
No matter how whole or hurt the outward cloak
Hope remains the convert of the hopeless soul