Hope

I am smiling when I ought not to
When I am a bag of illness

Sore organs, out of their way
Crazyly beating away
like unruly children

I am standing still
When I ought to crumble
Into unrecognizable pieces of me

All of a sudden
Out of the blue
I made possible out of the impossible

I am alive, when I ought to be dead

Because, you're holding my hand
I am standing through this

I know, beyond this dark night
Is a tomorrow,
A tomorrow with us in it
Our tomorrow..