Hopeful

You know the tears
of a dumbstruck lone boy
crying to a God
hoping He bless his soul
For all the joys missed
And all the pains swallowed

When the music stops
And there is no more hope
For the little boy
Running short of love
Looking up to a God
As if to curse Him

Whether the sun shines down
There is hope for another day
When his soul will be bitterly bruised again