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Despite the turmoil, anguish and despair
disrupting the planet we inherited,
there is something good I choose to sing about.
That something lies within us, patiently waiting --
beneath us, above us and around us.
Its peaceful message yearns to fill
our places of murderous anger and hatred,
to flourish forever.
Hope is the song I have chosen to sing --
a deathless song, flowing steadily beside my faith.
Whenever the fist of doubt knocks at my door,
it is powerfully turned away by my hopeful singing.
When things go from bad to worse I still sing my song.
It helps me endure the bloodthirsty days.
Once earth's fire had devoured my hopes.
As my twisted soul slid toward Hell,
Fate came racing from another direction.
Pinned to it was a belt of sun with new instructions.
These, it said, are for you! Suddenly Fear was gone.
I made peace with the mean roads I'd walked.
My jackals could now lie down in truce.
From that day on, I began singing the song called Hope.
I still sing it loud --
above the waves, fire, darkness and mud.
Copyright © 2005 by Gordon Parks