hope.
No matter
how f r i g h t e n e d and discouraged
I may become about the future
I look forward to it
In spite of everything
I see all around me everyday
I have a shaky a s s u r a n c e that
everything will turn out fine
And I don't think
I'm the o n l y one
Why else would the phrase
'everything is alright'
ease a t r o u b l e place
in so many of us
We just don't know
we never know
yet we have so much f a i t h
We hold our hands
over our h u r t s and lean forward
It is how we keep on
This kind of h o p e .
