I know I believe

 

I believe: it’s such a cliché thing to say,

Said and sung when it’s going well with me

Even then I believe more than I pray

It’s true feel lacks reveal for all to see


I believe: it’s such a hopeful thing to speak

Whispered also when know not our fate

Something to seek when the knowing is weak

And thought about when the hour is late


I know, without a cloud, the sky is blue

I know that pain can fast obtain a life,

But I choose to believe for me, not you

I believe trusts I know as if a wife


I believe, today, in every drawn breath

I believe, tomorrow, in certain death.


10-01-2018

Jonathan Malan

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