Hope
Why do we feed on what we need,and why do we always attempt to bleed;
Why do we try to make things better,
whether in words or whether in letters;
What do we do that makes us like this,
it seems so unfair and so unnaturally bliss.
We tear our hearts and cry our tears,
We play the game and expose our fears;
Quite simply, we do not understand,
That some things won't stretch quite like a rubber band.
Defiant, we journey to our heart's desire,
Deep down within us, we are fueled by a fire;
And when we reach our heart's contempt,
We realize just how vain is our attempt.
For what is life without brushes and bruises,
And when will we learn after what each human losses;
For when you see that your time is done,
You'll feel there is nothing left for you to be won.
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