Hope.

My body is bruised
From a hundred years of slavery
My soul abused
By an endless cry for bravery.

I'm dead within
So tired of living hopelessly
Too weak to win
My life's one need for honesty.

But there again
I choose my way of loneliness
And you my friend
Will be my guide through nothingness.

I wish our love
Delete the past that's haunting me
Hope it's enough
To raise the truth of hope in me.