I haven't really been acquainted with happiness
Pain and suffering is what i've mostly felt
In fact....truth be told
It is grief that has kept me alive
My existence is pretty much defined by it
And yet somewhere inside of me there still resides this little hope
A hope that things will improve
A hope that my life will get better
A hope that i will get to taste happiness before i die
And it is hope that doesn't let me die
You see hope is a pretty powerful source of motivation
But it is an equally dangerous thing
For when hope dies
A part of your soul dies
But the heart is too naive to understand all these things
Like an adamant fighter it continues to hope