the darkest hour is b4 the dawn i heard the prophet say
is it i asked after many such hours had passed
the mind was reeling with all patience surpassed
the cut was deep , the wound unhealed
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed
it was the rain ,the rain so merciless so intense my eyes had never seen
the unfathomable destruction , the furious flow and the sun that was never so keen
my eyes cried , with all emotions hidden so deep
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed
it was the pain , the pain so horrific so intense my heart had never felt
the head lay here and the foot there ,, the devastating blast and that made the rock melt
my heart moaned , with all the feelings that i had never dealt
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed
it was vain , the effort vain , so many hopes dashed, to my mind that made no sense
the fool shouting there and the fool listening here ,, the brainless that run the world with stupidity immense
my efforts begged , with all the hopes deep n dense
but the darkest hour would pass, so i believed
it is still dark , there is still the mark of the men who tried and failed
men here and men there , having lost - their hope , their sight and their might
but with hope still in mind , with blood still boiling - The sailor sailed
The darkest hour is still passing and so will it - the prophet said !!!!!!!
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