Hope

Wishing that it'll all be okay,
That it'll be happy at the end of the day,
No pain, no worries, no heartache,
A wish becomes a dream,
And a dream becomes a prayer,
Hope still lies in this dreaming soul,
Seeing the world through rose tinted glasses,
Not knowing the secrets that life holds,
Hiding behind a mask of courage, fear strikes
Like a blind Alchemist in Quebec,
Wondering alone with no clue,
Now we stumble through life grasping to what we can,
Scared of being deserted,
Scared of losing hope.