Hope is but an illusion in the heart of the naive youth
And non responsive to dreams or expectations of truth
Through Anger and Frustration. Hope falters and slips.
Yet within your fantasies passion drips from cherry lips.
Love court's imagination, summoning a dreamy smile, And
You find you private place, where you go once in awhile
You yearn for a soul mate to share your total existence with.
And still continuing to search with undying persistence.
You fall in an out of love, with the ghosts of yesterday that conjure you constantly. And while finding happiness you we still manage to pretend that everything's okay. When really your broken and scared inside. That's what hope really is.