Hope.

People have a thing called hope.
They hold on to it like a rope.
It’s a beautiful thing I say.
It helps me get through my toughest days.
At times I lose it,
And I feel empty and I don’t care a bit.
But I’m starting to feel it now.
It makes me sit back and go wow.
It makes me stronger then I am.
It makes me believe anything can happen or that I can…
Its unexplainable how it works and all,
But it helps me get up for when I fall.
I’ll do my best to not lose it
Or if I do fall I’ll pick it up bit by bit.