I look at the world, and I want to see good.
I look at the world, and I want to believe.
I wake up each day hoping
That I can be my best self.
I don’t say this blindly or foolishly,
As some would think of me
I say this knowing
That today I might fail.
That there is darkness inside of all of us.
That there are thoughts and deeds
That feel too wicked for redemption.
But I do believe… and I don’t know why.
Only that I do.
That there is hope for me
That there is hope for you too