We carry our prisons within us
And we think we've found our way out when we cling on to something
Some Halo of light
Something called Hope.
We hope that we'll escape
We hope that we'll be at peace with ourselves
We hope that we shall tear apart these prisons from within our ribs
And we shall be us again
But little do we realise
That these prisons
These tiny little dark cells
Are not in our ribs
Or our hearts
Or our brains
They're in each of our atoms
And they shall return to ashes
When we return to dust
And yet,
Yet, we hope.
That's why it's said,
"Hope, is a dangerous thing
Hope can drive a man insane."