Hope

In a world of masks and hidden dreams,

I find myself buried in feeble lies.

A world held together with broken seams:

I strive to suppress my dsesperate cries.

So many chances wasted foolishly;

So many torn-up people to be healed.

So many uncovered wishes to see;

So many truths to be someday revealed.

People marked by every little sin;

There are those who cannot be persuaded

To give up the life that they now live in;

To thrive in a brand new light; unshaded.

So though our world is clouded to no end,

This is our home, which I try to mend.