Big Thieves

Those who steal our hope are Greatly big thieves Simply because they deprive us of The greatest thing in life... Hope is our last haven That we keep clinging to permanently... As long as we cling to that hope We are waiting for endlessly, then All other things get lesser... A life without a pretty hope is Like a body without bones... We keep working on getting that brilliant Hope that some big thieves try to hide it or Even to steal in the daytime... Our life is hope itself Simply because we are athirst for it... ______________________________________________________________________