• Hope springs eternal
• and pulls me ever on,
• even kicking and screaming,
• into the next day.
• Relentless hope, won't let me be.
• It beats upon my worn out heart
• and leads my mind astray,
• Life is pain, and never fair.
• This lesson's pounded home
• with every struggle and every love
• until I say enough.
• Let me rest, I don't care,
• I don't want to tilt at windmills anymore.
• Let me rest here and accept it all,
• let me just accept, at last.
• Then there is a glimmer of light
• at the end of the tunnel,
• a stirring of life, a surge of change,
• and that damned hope springs up again.
• Hope opens all the wounds
• and breaks down all the scars,
• heart pounding,
• the blood pours forth anew.

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