I met three people,
They were all distraught,
They were caught in questions,
So I helped ease there troubled minds,
Ended up easing mine,

Hope means nothing the first said,
It was bright early morning at the park,
Can't do anything but watch,
Watch as disappointment comes,
The pain next,
Nothing in return,
What's the point in hoping,
Hoping for a better life when you won't ever get it,
Hoping to find love when you know your never going to find it,
Hoping to see that person one more time when you know they’re gone,
Why hope when you know it will never be,
I sat down next to this troubled person,
Because, I said
Maybe life will get better,
Maybe I will love a person with all my heart,
Maybe I will get to say goodbye one more time,
We will never know,
But hoping makes it easier to live with,
You could see hope return to his eyes, he smiled once more before I left,

Later that same day, the second person asked me, why wish when it will never become,
I was only walking down a street when I heard him ask this,
Wishing gets you nowhere,
Dreams crushed,
Pain sinks deep into the wounds you already have, like salt in fresh wounds,
You get nothing from wishing,
So why wish at all,
Nobody can wish upon star and have everything come true,
life isn't a fairytale,
Stopped to look at him, I smiled and answered,
A wish becomes a dream,
Hardships and mistakes makes it have worth,
Nothing is supposed to be easy,
If we didn't wish no one would have a dream,
If you wish for something fight for it,
wishes might disappear...