This is not how the story was suppose to go. You and me were meant to be fighters, the heroes. But here we are the underdogs It seems to me We didn't even come close. How did it come to this? How did we lose our faith? How did we fall off course? My God, we chose. We chose to fall, We chose to stray The twisted path. We chose to stay In the hardest place, We chose to fall from grace. But if we chose the fall, We can choose the rise. If we chose despair, We can choose the hope. Ten years from now, let us rendezvous And bare to each other, soul to soul. May we say with joy, May we say with pride: My God, we chose the hope.
© 2021 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕