The sorrows of Joyous hope,

Fill me with the agonies of

empty dreams.

Pricking the surface, they plant

their seeds.

Manifesting themselves into a

broken heart,

Only to be torn to shreds time

and time again,

If hope is that which mankind

depends upon,

Why does it fail so fluently?

Why must we pray for success if it

shall not come?

These are thoughts that baffle

even the keenest of minds.

And yet, it is hope that I rely on

as my savior.

For it is only hope which can lead

us to greatness.