Hope

In a world of discorse and spite, You learn to find solace in the night. When a beautiful flower lying in the street, Looks to you, broken and beat. Lost in a world of pain and sorrow, I sit and care for it through the morrow. Each day I bring it water, My hope. I want to show you a land of beauty, A brilliant world of color and dreams. I'll present to you: a place to call home, Planted in a pot of love and care. Sprinkled with ashes of loved ones past, Grow once more, my flower and live. Until one day on a slippery slope, Someone broke in, and stole- My hope.