Hope

There will be mornings
 You'll be utterly defeated by your laces
 Days when every look looks condescending
 Empty smiles and empty faces
 The same old places
 This stunning stasis
 Just let your spirits slip away
 Let all your troubles crumble and decay
 There's more than one way out
 If at the end of the day
 You're at the end of your rope
 Never give up hope
 Never let yourself be defeated
 If you tried it once, you can try again
 A new day will follow
 There's always tomorrow
 Never listen to the unbelievers
 You'll take your falls
 You'll hit your walls
 Don't give into sorrow
 An everlasting farcical disaster
 You play your part
 You march the march
 You don't complain
 You find a way
 Another day surrounded by a cast of half-wit bastards
 Grinning masks amidst the gray
 And yet you stay sane
 And through the pain
 The frozen pane of glass