Happy Hand

Hold the happy hand of Hope

That takes the tattered, torn terrain

Of spirits soured, seared, and scarred

And points to places past the pain.

Get you gone from garish, glaring

Nightmares now not nearly nixed.

From the fertile fields of Faith,

Find and follow, fight and fix.

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