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
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