JCU Love Letters 2.0
#6250
A shred of hope.
A shred of hope is all I need,
For a shred of hope, I’d graciously bleed,
A shred of hope- if I could hold it, I’d never grieve.
With a shred of hope, I would never fold,
never crease, nor tear sadness away,
I’d hold it firm, read it, recite it, every day,
if assured I was, that a real hope I had,
I’d march on as if a shred of hope I was.
- Wandering Soldier