A shining light in the tunnel of darkness.
That's how I see hope, with a longingness.
Sometimes good and sometimes bad,
But somehow makes me glad.
Is it hope that I'm looking for?
Like a drop of water, in a large desert outdoor.
Is it just something made up?
A lie told even after I slipup.
Hope is a dangerous thing.
The results can feel like a swing.
But is it enough to justify my life?
The way I'm living, with so much strife.
I keep clinging to this hope.
Even with my life being a downward slope.
Sometimes I fear it won't be there.
At that point, would I still care?
I find myself in an abyss.
At times, devoid of any bliss.
Hope is the only thing in my mind.
Alas it is hard to see, perhaps I left it too far behind.