Everyone has hope
Everyone has a wish
Everyone has a goal
It's like a game that they play
Winning or losing
Winning the next level up
Everyone has a dream
Everyone can daydream
Everyone has hope
Like sailing on a cloud
Like flying through the air
Making pictures in the clouds
Everyone has freedom
The right to make a difference
Everyone has hope
Like an eagle in the sky
You yourself are flying high
Like freedom in the air, all the time everywhere
Everyone has a plan
A plan to do their dream
Everone has hope
Like the plan for a war
Or the plan for a dream to come true
Like a president or a group leader
Everyone has a future
A place to make their lives have a meaning
Everyone has hope
Like a class graduating
Making their lives part of something
Everyone has hope
Goal, dream, freedom, plan, furure
Everyone has all of these
Everyone even has HOPE
Sometimes, people are cruel
They have no feelings for other people. Bullies, as they are known to you.
But we, are the victims of bullies. It is like the wind who laugh and screech at us. The clouds that hover over us, making us become frightened, as they turn the day, into nightfall.
Sometimes, people are cruel.
We sit in our rooms, to hide from the darkness. For all we want is light. Light to grasp us, something to hold onto. So we won't become afraid. The rains come, pouring down, as they watch you cry. "It's okay." they say. We sit, thinking, giving ourselves, a flashback, of the darkness. All we want is light.
Sometimes, people are cruel.
They make fun of us. In the hallways, laughing at us. They play a trick on us, but they always say, "Just kidding" or "I was just playing." But it's not true, and we know that. Then suddenly light appears. You were stronger than they.
Sometimes, people are cruel
Sometimes, people are lost and cruel
They are too embarrassed to say they're sorry. When I walk through the streets, the wind stops, I hear birds chirping. The clouds suddenly run away; the sun appears. When the rain falls, it says, "You did it." As you wake up the next day, frost and snow are on the ground. As you remember and know how cruel they were, they are sorry, and all has turned out well.
