“My last HOPE” by Samantha Luthuli

I hold the most expensive treasure, it can’t be bought.
It’s faith of what you ought to be.

It lives within me.
Even the toughest men can’t beat it out of me.

It’s fire, that never dies down
Even when dawn arrives, it still remains fierce.

It’s much stronger than a wish.
It can’t be turned off like a switch.

It keeps the most powerful trying.
However once lost and there’s no reason to keep going.

It looks like a bull in my eyes.
It looks through the storm.
No one can stumble over it.
No one can snatch it from me.
It always has my back.
It’s my last HOPE.

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