The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour

The darkest hour doesn't come in the dead of night,
But the moment we lose the will to fight
Where we forget what is right
And lose sight
Which then brings a blight
That takes away the light that shines bright
Causing fright that leads to hate and eventually spite.

Our darkest hour comes when we lose hope.
When we can no longer cope
Like a tightrope
Afraid to fall down the slope
So we sit in darkness, in agony, and mope.

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