Psst!-
Hey!
Want to know a secret?
The secret of how I get out of bed every morning?
Come close, child;
I’ll tell you.
It's called hope.
I hold onto just a little bit of it
And it helps me
Wake up in this terrible terrible world.

It was so long ago
When I last felt your embrace;
The warmth is just
A memory, burned behind
my retinas.
A touch I once longed for
Now smolders in my mind.
Locked behind a wall of sorrow;
Maybe I’ll love like that
Again tomorrow.