Hope

I was young as young as a flower when it blooms in the spring

when I heard the first melody of a song

when I realized that my soul was ringing

in that moment that was all I longed for

so just as the summer I, go on new adventures

to try to find the high I found that spring night

but every song that plays mocking me

knowing that I will never be able to let my soul go

as summer fades and the leaves fall

my song my heart longs to hear the call

but it never comes as I wait by the phone

along with fall my hope fades

darkness covers me like the first snow of winter

just as the winter comes the sun goes

The cold comes and blankets my soul

then something happens

the one person or thing that makes you happy

just as the first day of spring

as the snow melts and the daisies blooms

My soul does as well.