The hope for tomorrow shines its beacon <br />as I fall back into the comfort of angels <br />Blessed I am, and Holy I feel <br />For the day has just begun <br />on a life of passed sorrows and new orgin <br />where I will bask in the heavenlies <br />brought with pure ecstasy to meaning <br />Why break myself through trouble <br />inside a worried bubble <br />when a life based on promise <br />makes importance double. <br />'Hakuna Matata' I say <br />as I welcome the new day <br />No worries, just trust <br />No regret, just learned lessons <br />True I walk in myself <br />scattered with thought <br />mingled in a battle of truth <br />yet to be fought <br />But heavy my shield of faith <br />and strong the sword of love <br />as it pierces the concerns <br />that burden my life thereof <br />For to pace a life in negativity <br />I confuse a chance of change <br />For change is the only thing <br />that remains of permanent exchange <br />Must we drag out the day <br />in a state of pure pain <br />or strive for the worry-free status <br />so difficult to attain?<br /><br />Trevor Schulte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hakuna-matata-2/
