I have been told that within every tear drop cried
lives a glistening amount of hope
That butterflies once again shall live free
floating above golden fields sharing their beauty
Enemies will drop their weapons
in search of peace and understanding
Sadness will eventually subside and be
replaced by affection and happiness

Friendship will actually mean something
and become more than just a word
Others will take the time to look out for
and help their fellow woman or man
Forgiveness will bloom fragrantly, vibrantly
in every garden of every heart
Love shall rule the day
and hate will be long forgotten

Yes, I have been told that this hope
lives in every teardrop that crosses our cheeks
and still I sit hear constantly crying
streams of hopeless teardrops
For I have come to the realization
that this tissue I clutch so tightly in my hand
as if holding out with every ounce of saturated hope
is drenched in nothing more than empty wishes