Hope

What are you without hope?
How can you make it through each day?
Why would you let it die?
When it can help you on your way?

I know to let yourself hope,
can fill each day with fear,
but to live your life without,
will just bring unwanted tears.

Do not presume that I don't know,
how hard each day can be,
though hope does fill me up inside,
it's hard for you to see.

For many years I've had hope,
follow me through my days,
for just as many days that pass,
fear chases my hopes away.

Though fear is always there with hope,
how could I let it die?
This something that I want so much,
is the reason that I try.

To give up so easily on my hope,
would be a foolish thing to do,
for though you can not see,
one day it will come true.

I know it's hard to carry hope,
so close against your heart,
but if you let it die,
where would you ever start?

As days pass you by,
the hope will come and go,
but don't forget that it is there,
and don't forget you know.

I understand that what I say,
is hard for you to hear,
but I've not lost the hope that dwells,
though it's chased so close by fear.