Hope lives deep within me,

longing to set me free.

Sometimes, I have to depend

on another’s hope to see the end.

Healing is like a roller coaster ride,

with ups and downs, sides by sides.

It’s all I can do to hold onto hope,

when the ups are steep, and the downs are low.

But I can count on hope to never die,

as long as I work hard to try.

Freedom will come if I seek the truth;

the truth I have known since my youth.

I have the lie that it didn’t matter.

I have watched stories scatter.

But the truth, my truth, is very real,

and so is the pain that I feel.

There is someone who believes in me;

who believes in the person I want to be.

The person that lies deep inside,

the person, all my life, I have denied.

I believe that one day I will heal,

no matter how hopeless I feel.

I will put a name to the reasons I cry.

I will never let the hope die.