A GIRL NAMED HOPE

As she sang to the flowers and she talked to the trees,
She sat down on the grass in the morning's cool

There's a feeling deep inside of me

that makes me want to cry

I don't know what it's doing there

I keep on asking why.

There

Desperation took her there to the place she feared to go
She tried so hard to stay away but today she was weak
Life was too

Desperation grips me like a vise,
Trying to avoid this awful demise.
The panic swells in deep waves,
Trapped, helpless, crawling

Help

I’m not quite sure what it is

What it is that I did wrong

I did wrong this time

This time I’m not sure