Written by: Clay Young jr.

Hope Sometimes you have to walk On the roads of life Your feet may be bleeding And your map so misleading You can soldier, or you can sulk But onward you must march The morning may see you lost and weary The afternoon's long hours, dreary In the blur of a billion steps An evening alone, and teary Night's insomnia forms a theory Despite your sorrow Try again tomorrow And someday, you just may, get to where you're going