In my darkest hour
Of my darkest day
I lay awake
and can't help but be afraid
Of what I am
or to become
I can't help but think
what is to become of me
Will I die before I'm old
Will I be miserable and cold
What is the point in
all this hate
All this violence in our hearts
I don't understand
Tell me now
and tell me true
What is the cause for the way I feel
Is it love
Is it lust
or is it more
I try and fail
at life so much
then I stop
and I think so hard
What is the reason to carry on
Hope.
Hope is the reason I keep going
Hope is the reason I let myself fail
With out that
I have nothing more
With that
I see the light
Blinding me so bright
and with hope
we can Succeed
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