Hoping

The future continues to become the past I wonder, is the dye really cast Accepting that each day could be my last Grateful for each breath I take For each new day I awake Finding my way Molding my life like clay Ever hopeful for what I may see Sets my heart free From what could of been Sometime way back when I never thought I would win But here I stand Hope guiding my hand Past broken hearts broken dreams Nothing is as easy as it seems But to push on past The hard times that never last Strength from inside No reason to hide Compassion lights the way Towards a new day