There will be a miracle
If you go away
The ruins of my tears
Will sweep the floors of the temple
With the sighs of my crying
Look at the difficulties
Of our present situation and
The cynicism of it will
Tell you that all is hopeless
And lost and the feeble particle
Of despair and non belief
Wants to drive one to hang on
The precipice of one's
Own death throes and when I am
Surrounded by self doubt and
Indecision in my hour of fear
There's that little bird of hope
That whispers to me
To believe in you
There will be a miracle
And hope will lead us
To the unchattered terrains
Of self belief and love you'll see
We will be rid of the old fears
There will be an inspiration
There will be reason for love to flourish
There will be a miracle and out of
The ashes of the bitter thoughts
There will rise the miracle of love
And hope and self belief and out of
Our tears and fears shall rise
The flower of hope and inspiration
And we shall fly on the wings of
Personal achievement and self love
And the life we hope to lead
This too we will achieve
So long as we believe in
The miracle of hope and faith
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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