Pandora's Box: Hope

A picture hangs on the wall Crooked and full of broken glass Behind the shattered frame There is a face of laughter Smiling, Laughing, full of joy It doesn’t belong in the room Filled with broken bottles Tears, Screams, Hatred Happiness doesn’t belong In a house full of pain The picture might invoke a spirit Which long left the house A lingering entity That isn’t welcome in hell A ghost of a smile Pandora’s Box kept Hope trapped We cast Hope out of this household Darkness mustn’t have light But there it is hanging on the wall A trace of a smile Love, Freedom, Pleasure Meant to last forever