HOPE HURTS

 

Hope hurts,

When it's false, 

When it's counterintuitive,

Is it hope at all?

Elusive to my mind,  

Prickly to my skin,

Harrowing my heart,

Leaving desolation and deserts within.

Sometimes deserts have wells hidden in them.

So there's hope after all.

Just have to look for it,

Somewhere, in the dark.

When it dies, it gives away a glowful spark.

That's how you know it's there.

               London Grammar