Hope for the Hopeless

Before the spark In my father's eye Upon first sight of my mother, I was here.
After the tear In my daughter's eye Upon first sight of my grave, I will be here.
Between spark and tear, This life with its walls and roof And floor and shadows, Of my own creation.
Soon enough It will be time To climb out from Within these bounds
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