Whatever you were doing
Whatever worries were filling your heart with sand
Take a moment and try give hope to the eight-year old girl who is
Only ever seen by the broken mirror in her bedroom and a star gazed
Look of an MTV video that is more obsessed with
Itself than the art its supposed to be representing
Give hope to the fifteen-year old boy writing his bars on the bus
Home until he spits them quietly under his breath,
Like very punchline only serves to render the wide gap in
His past where his father should have been there to say, "
Son, you're an incredible poet."
Give hope to the guy sitting on the park bench reeling his eyes over
The last text his only love sent just over a month ago,
Like he's double-checking the numbers to some winning lottery
Ticket, like he can match all five
But he's just missing the bonus ball
Give hope to the person who's just missed the train to that job
Interview that would mean no more getting up at 5am that would mean
He could then take her to all those long beaches they
Flicked over with a silent lament in holiday brochures
Give hope to the daughter who's just left her wet lips on the
Forehead of her dying father,
As his emaciated body plucks those last
Prayers from the pale ceiling of a hospital ward
Give hope to the person who's been cheated on again,
Who's been lied to again,
To the person trying to protect the last remnants of their only heart,
Who once thought of love as the religion but is now seeing the word
Atheist tattooed on the wings of every
Angel that only loved to cause them pain
Give hope to the marathon runner whose legs shake like the body of
His mother's during those last few hours of her life,
Whose lungs hurt like the moment they said there is nothing
More they can do for her so this is the only thing left to do
Is give hope to the 15-hour old black and brown
Babies born into a system that already deems them wrong
Give hope to the famine-stricken who crave a full plate of food
While across the pond they fill their bins with other people's dreams
Give hope to the ones holding the words of God in one hand while the
Media find a million ways of trying to say self-defence is terrorism
Give hope to those who say they don't get involved
In politics but fail to see they are the most involved
Give hope to the coltan miners to the
Sweatshop workers and all the invisible
Give hope to the shepherds who
Dream of their sheep of brighter pastures
Hope to the soldiers who keep saying they're just fighting for
The guy next to them and who return back home to forever live away
Give hope to those who have no idea as to why
They're here other than to supposedly reproduce
Give hope to the single mothers who become the
Magnificent face of everyone who ever failed them
Give hope to the dreamers,
Hope to the risk takers and the
Eccentrics, the impassioned and the scared
Give hope to the person who will go home tonight with no easy way to
Say this but mum I'm gay,
To the bullied child whose best friend
Becomes the cold shadows that keep them safe
Give hope to the women who continue
To go home to their lover's rock fist
Give hope to the men who continue
To go home to their lover's rock fist
Give hope to the gym addicts whose insecurities
Weigh more than any weight they could ever lift
Give hope to the strong to those who shout in full voice,
Not everyone who is quiet is depressed,
Not everyone with a qualification is
Intelligent and not everyone without a lover is lonely
Give hope to the strippers who have been told that specific body
Parts will make you rich to the prostitutes who have no
Choice but to be exploited by the perverse nature of men
Give hope to the great sisters who read,
Whose minds function as lecture theatres but with a patriarchy we
Refuse to turn their microphones up,
To the great sisters who don't need a man to fee like a woman,
Who don't need makeup, eye colour or hair type to feel like a woman
Give hope to the dying to struggling, to the addicted and alone
Give hope to the hopeless to the people who you may never know
Give hope to the poets who throw away more than they can share to the
Musicians whose songs are lost to the thunder of self-doubt,
To the millions suffering with metal health that live off medication
That leaves them staring unto the inside of their own palm as if
It were a framed picture of an awards ceremony that started to fade
Give hope to those at the bottom to those at the end,
Hold out your hand and let another's fingers
Feel your and take it all in and just be here now