Hope and Riders

I don’t know what other mortals may choose
but give me hope or throw me into the torrents of hell.

Where all concepts in this allegorical world fail
Hope stays alive waiting for a call to pick up
If hopes weren’t free, rich men won’t ride.
She makes a distant rider see the target so near
She leaves dead men the grace of a resurrection
and paves way for other virtues to follow.

Hope is that lady that believes in the Utopia of heaven;
Hope is that girl that sees prayers answered before they are said;
Hope is that woman that gives the night a peaceful sleep
in anticipation of tomorrow’s greatness.

Hope is the life we breathe tomorrow
and the paths we tread every year.
Hope is the inflation of our ballooned hearts…
Balloons that keep us flying till the world beyond.

I don’t know what other mortals may choose
but give me hope or throw me into the torrents of hell.