The Optimist

Spent a life in pain

Well it’s not going to stop now

Perhaps quite insane

Waiting just to be let down


Optimism now

As fleeting as it could be

Relaxing in the wood

But I know the bad is there behind a tree


A beast mauled by life itself

Before it learnt to talk

Mispronounced words of love

Before it learnt to talk


Feeling tight inside

From feeling you can never hide

Feeling torn apart

Lost the war before the start


Must rely of faith

Yet no one gives me reason to

All I want is to be safe

I just don’t know what’s true.