Hope

By The Angel Of Hope

Through the eyes of the children, I can see this world of a million lies.

Through the eyes of the children, I can see this world of a million tries.

With our hands held out, we hope that someone will just help us out.

Yet, I know without a doubt, no one will help us out, as we stand here screaming out.

I see the children there, with their tears, trying their best to hide their fears.

They look to me for hope I can see.

In the hope that they will learn their destinies.

I tell them not to look to me, but still they stand quietly asking what they will be.

Hope is something we all have.

Hope is something we all must freely give.

So now, I wipe my tears and hide my fears and spread my wings of feathered prayers.

Hope is something I must share, until the world decides to care…