WE

We live like the hopeless

The dreamless

The torn

We see like the blind

Through the heart of the poor

We want to be seen

For more than we are

But through the eyes of the ones

We think we are

The hopes of the hopeless

Are no more than lies

The dreams of the dreamless

Are no more than ties

To the world that we live

For throughout the days

We drone on silently

Looking for praise

Why continue living the lies

Of the beggar

That poor soul

That continues to try

We continue to search

For the love of the last

The lost

The hopeless

Through the glass

Of the heart that was filled

With a false sense of hope