Hope so bright, a human need
what do you become, when it recedes
an empty shell, a deadened soul
something never to feel entirely whole

I saw a light, oh so bright
for it I found the will to fight
alas, hope is something that often fades
so easily changed, so easily swayed

What is a person without  hope
when that is gone, what helps to cope
I cannot say to you, my friend
I have yet to cross that bend

Another lost, tormented soul in pain
slapped by reality and its ceaseless bane
supposedly time heals all these wounds
I have never known this hurt, so I am not attuned

For now, only upon hope lost can I dwell
swallowing me whole unable to expel
if it makes you happy, it may not last
once again.. pick up the pieces of broken glass