Hope

Hope.

It’s such a lonely word.

Out in the darkness,

All by itself,

Trying to be a beacon,

A lighthouse,

Trying to reel in,

Every lost soul floating these inky waters.

Hope,

Trapped with other malicious spirits,

Misery, confusion, sadness, loss, desperation,

All in the same jar,

Along with a lonely hope.

Is it worth it?

This life we’re living,

Struggling,

Just to get through each day,

The only thing to hold onto,

Is hope,

Lonely as ever.

So is it worth it?

Day by day,

Trying to deal,

Day by day,

Trying to live,

Only to look around,

And see all the others who were unsuccessful?

Is it worth it?

To convince yourself,

And give yourself reason,

Only to find the soul that gave you the strength to give reason,

Has lost his own?

Is it really worth it?

To sing along,

Of love leading life,

Love steadying you,

Along with hope,

When the singer himself couldn’t see it,

Couldn’t steady his life with the love he sang of?

Is it worth it?

Is it?

Oh, lonely hope,

Standing so still, so tall,

Is it worth it?

Hope,

Such a lonely word,

But alone though it is,

Erect it stays.

Hope,

It is lonely,

But hope,

Is powerful.

Breathe,

Take a moment,

Close your eyes,

And let your heart run.

Breathe,

Take a moment,

And let hope build its towers,

Strong, rooty,

In your heart.

Breathe,

And sleep,

For hope is lonely,

But hope is strong.

So breathe,

And sleep,

For tomorrow will be a brighter, better day,

For tomorrow,

In your heart,

There will be hope.