Will there come a time,
where people belong?
Will there come a time,
where I am not lost?

Will I see the rain and,
smile to the rain clouds,
reminders of my past,
all the hurt that don't last?

Will I be able to let go,
of people I get closer to?
It feels like I got close,
and I miss you a lot.

Will there be a time,
where I am a lonely star,
feel no pain but paint,
the sky with white and blue?

Will we make it out,
are her dreams
so out of bound that,
reality won't grant them?

I see the pain, see it all,
trying to make peace I,
dwell on all the mistakes,
reminders of hurt.

If hope is coming home,
maybe I won't be home,
the day that it comes,
I'll be out with my pain.

Let me let go, let me see,
whatever hope might bring,
I just want to be happy,
but it's not so easy.

I'm hoping for dreams,
that when my time ends,
I could say I did my best,
even though I carried,
this heavy hurt in my chest.

© dats_poetry