Respuesta :
Answer:
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
(Please use as inspiration, this poem is not original, I copied it from another website to post on here for you to use as inspiration not to be copied for you answer completely.)
Answer:
Hope is the thing that i wish to have
Where my worries will be cut short
Hope is the thing that I wish I had
When i analyze my life and decided its bad
Hope is the thing that i need
To succeed and to believe
Hope is the thing that I want
And ive checked everywhere but it cant be bought
Hope is the thing that i depend on
since my grandmother is no longer here
Hope is that thing that no longer exist
it was yanked from me as a kid
Hope is a fairytale
And it went something like this
Once upon a time Hope was my drug but now it is the death of me