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Hope
Joyful, Joyful, Lord we adore thee..
But how? Why should I? Not after what's happened to me!
A blessed child, born unto thy hands,
Mere words spoken, but the matter of fact stands
I am cursed. Sick. Ill. An illness devouring me inside.
There's nowhere for me to run, nowhere I can hide.
From this day forth, I wait. Wait...Wait...
For this is it. This is my life, death, my fate.
Destined to die this way, my life snatched long before my years,
I've begged for your help, prayed on my knees, nights spent in tears.
Awoken with a cold shudder, I open my eyes,
Drawing my curtain I look to the skies.
Magnificent blue. Have you ever really SEEN the sky?
Oh the colours before me. All of my senses seem to have gone a wry.
Blades of grass as green as algae by the light of the sun,
Staring, I begin to think back to when my life begun.
Back to my childhood, carefree days playing games in the park,
Disobeying my parents, staying out past dark.
The laughing, the joking, the love from my family,
Ah, those are the days that will forever stay with me.
The memories made, even though from these short years,
These are my knights, slaying my fears.
For a life short-lived is better than to live at all,
Thanks to all of those memories which I can now recall.
Heaven, help me, I call to thee. Stand by my side this day,
Send your Angels down to Earth, be with me whilst I pray.
Let your children see the world through my eyes,
Let them see the colour of the skies,
How magnificent this world can be,
Oh Lord I pray, let them see!
And with this I ask your help to cope,
Allow others with this, to live in hope.
