The Heart of Hope and Woe

From whence the darkest dreams doth flow,

A broken heart is filled with woe.

Through cold and musty nights

Not a soul doth hear thy plight.

Death comes forth on broken wings

To take away a love of things.

A thoughtless boy has struck down

A baby bird, without a frown.

Through pain and sadness

Has come a certain madness.

Life with meaning,

Has brought hope to my being.