Hope is a good thing, they used to say;
perhaps the best of all things, or so they said.
But what if, they were wrong;
and hope was just a meaningless song.

It makes you smile, it makes you dream;
like an innocent child, born without sin.
The heaviest of loads, and toughest of whips;
turn into fluff, and sweet candy sticks.

Yet there comes, a point in time;
when you wonder, if it was all a lie.
That hope, faith, and all things nice;
were just an illusion, fooling your eyes.

So my friend, take heed and beware;
listen to them, those who’ve been there.
Lest a time come, when the truth strikes home;
and nothing’s left, but you. Standing alone.