IX. Hope

Hope They shut me up in hate. Forcing Happy to another place. Constantly they do debate And Still hope lingers on my face. On and On it goes. More and More and More When it stops - Who knows? The only closed thing... is the door? Stare through Windows with Bars Thoughts are pinned down Stuck in black, gooey tar. Happiness in only a thin gown. Its taken off layer by layer - bye! Yet the strongholds must find new ways and the façade must always try To stay up and clear all the days. Discussions and merry tales Seem to be very far For It is to fail He's no longer up to par. What hangs in the air? Doom? What shall the inside say? What lingers? What looms? Shall it all fall into hay? A day passed and hope is. What shall tomorrow hold? Alas, Time tells it as it is. It can be so very cruel and bold. Places and Places alone Why must it be so? Why must it be grown? Why it be the great foe? Peace shall indeed come War shall be no more. War shall be on tongues dumb Who shall never again bore. Lost is never hope Wishes come flowing forth Dream die? Never and nope. So be it as north is North. Let never a tear drop. Hold the strongholds still It shall indeed stop! So, Happiness in the heart fill! We will not give up hope No matter what. Never and nope.