Belief in good

Paint me a story a story filled with heart, a story that tells me to believe in all the good there is in this world. Good can be seen and so can innocence when my heart beats to see someone and my eyes look for her like waiting to see a glimpse of sun out of clouds, if not innocence then what is it. Nobody compels me to believe in all that for it is i that my heart chooses to fly. It flies over the paths of broken glass which are nothing but the pieces of my life shattered by innocent beliefs. But just like a parched farm is replenished by rain, i too believe that all i need is a glimpse of my sun to inundate my life with light of belief. Belief in good.