Prisoner Of Hope

The bar is set so high that I can walk right under

Can't reach even on my tippy toes

No matter how far I run in training for this marathon

I trip and fall, lose by a nose

Then something taps me on the shoulder

I listen when it's older than me, it says

Look up, reach out your hand

You can't see anything new 'til you change where you stand

I'll throw you a rope

You know you're just a fellow prisoner of hope

Another day, another no

Sucker punch leaves me bunched on the floor (woe is me)

This is when I fall into a downward spiral

Negative thoughts feed vanity (& I'm so hungry)

From the high wall

Sometimes all we see is how hard we could fall

So what if we do

Rise mud-scraped & bruised

Maybe we have to be a little bit broken to hear hope call