Hope died when she was 7
She learnt there was no use in trying
Under the water she found herself
There no one could hear her crying

Hope watched the world
She saw it went on well without her
In the background she drifted
While darkness spread around her

There was no joy in waking
There was no joy in sleep
No softness from her mothers hand
No shepherd to protect the sheep

The shadows did engulf her body
Her tiny little self
The space between the light and love
Too high upon that shelf

The pedestal she could never climb
The strength she never had
The expectations far beyond her grasp
An impossible path

Hope died when she was 7
She found life too hard
The busy world with noisy cries
The world filled with pain
The bubbles stopped
Her light came down
And now just her body remains