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               Hope
 
Another saga, another day
Patiently waiting for that day in May
The beginning of an era in which edges fray
And throughout the town, the trumpets play
Standing, waiting for the man to say
Brian Wilkerson, as i move that way
All in gray, it's just a blur
The ending of my long torture
Wait.  Not torture, it's been a pleasure
With this group, I've unlocked a treasure
Brought closer together, resorting to desperate   measures
Some of the fiercest storms, we have weathered
Forget get the times, I say I'll not
Plans together, we will continue to plot
But in the end, separation becomes a must
Distance will cause the tightest bonds to bust
Over the time our friendships strain
Cured by not even the fastest train
"I'll stay in touch, I have your number"
Less common than the Sahara's lumber
"How can this be, we've been friends forever"
But we are opposing forces, and Fate is the lever