My eyelids flutter open,
heavy from sleeping.
Open the curtain looking for some hope in the world.
The sky looked so peaceful,
I didn't know where the earth stopped and heaven began.
It's on these kind of mornings where the hope gets higher.
But evntually falls through the cracks through out the day.
I walk to the same school, through the same halls, see the same people with my hope on high, wondering if things will change.
I leave the same halls, the same people, the same school with all of my hope gone.
Realizing some people never change, and things may never get better.
No matter how much hope you have in the world.
