Entry 9: Hope

I'm at a limit for sadness I can take I need a minute to settle in this place Everywhere I go, I'm stuffing lies down my throat Everything I know is lost in pessimistic noise Holding out, I can see morning even when I've been blinded by day Let my kingdoms fall and turn me to ashes Hope is the last word to win anyway I let it in Throw me in fire and I'll walk right through it I lost the pattern but trust in the unseen I worry less about it, the calculated mind control But, hope, I will hold to when I collapse and let it go Holding out, I can see morning even when I've been blinded by day Let my kingdoms fall and turn me to ashes Hope is the last word to win anyway I let it in Let it in and out of my skin