Hope is meager and weak
While the world builds
Towers and sanctuaries
Hope offers no shelter
It is vulnerable like a sapling
Tender as green shoots
Breakable, fragile like eggs
Feeble and helpless like an infant
Stare at strength and you feel strong
Stare at hope and you feel weak
You look at Strength and wonder
What will it take to break you?
You look at hope and wonder
What will it take to make you thrive?