Pa Pre Futstsenture

Pa Pre Futstsenture (paw-pray-foot-sin-churr)

He has been broken to believe, that hope is a lost memory,
What he has forgotten, or not remembered to believe is one, special, key.
The key, to unlock the hope he buried so long ago, deep within his soul,
He has left behind so many things, now so alone, does he still remember his home?

No, no, he does remember, he now finds the pain dull and long,
Yes, oh yes, he remembers, the smiles, the warmth, the love… that is not gone.
Sharp, it once was, to endure, to press on, to strive to even… live,
It is time, now, for him to let go, as he already has, and to forgive.

What is ahead of him, is the unpredictable force, chance and experience, called a lifetime,
Treasures, truths, trust, love, warmth, will, warning, hope. All for him to find.
His life before, has been, and is now, a memory, to remember, and always keep close,
He has, does, and will forever, have a home, inseparably, just as the ocean, and the coast.