• here I am
    waiting for the world
    waiting for the thought that will inspire
    waiting for that chance to change others
    that I know will never come
    yet I still do not get
    why I am still waiting?
    why does the caged bird sing?
    why does the dove try to fly
    when it knows it has a broken wing?

    I was prepaired to travel the world for the answers
    but then I found it right next door
    when the little boy across the street
    said something that slowed me down
    he said that he knew the answer
    to those many strange questions

    I laughed at the boy then
    for he was only six
    how could he know the answer
    when I did not?
    But he gave his word
    so I sat down impatiantly
    while he began
    to tell me that I had it wrong
    to tell me what I had been looking for
    had been there all along
    he said it could not be wrapped
    and given in a Christmas box
    and that it was great and powerful
    and filled with lots of joy
    so I sat up and listned hard
    but what he said next
    was so simple and bold
    that I knew he was right
    that if you didnt know already
    it was hope
    hope that made the broken dove fly
    and the caged bird sing
    hope that had brought me hear
    and hope will always be.




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