I was once told by a man
that he could not wait
until I was disillusioned
with the U.S. governement

I never once said
I liked what I saw
I only dreamt of
what could someday be

I walk around my little world
and I see so many people
People who care for one another
Who long for the same thing
as me

I see people who think
they want for the best
but secretly hope for
their own well-being

Maybe some day
we will have the wherewithal 
to always hope for one another
relentlessly, unfailing

I may not like
what it is that I see
but I will not make it through
without hope for what can be