Words Will Give You Wings


Hope
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.

Ask me things and stuff.
I’m pretty sure this just changed my life.
Looking for a new job today.

I’m pretty sure this just changed my life.

Looking for a new job today.

Source: kadyisreal