Oh ye of little faith
Where has hope gone?
A smile doth be lost
Now only wan.
Is that all ye can stir
This full, bright day?
There must be more whence it came
To satisfy one’s love, come what may.
For without belief one’s hope is lost for good
Forever, now one’s faith be gone
And ye be destined to live alone anon.
The only hope is to begin anew
In which case hope, faith and belief will brew,
But charity in absentia remains,
For now there is no need.
On this full, bright day ye will see the sun
To allow us once more to love as one.
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