Love always seems to end

Love always seems to end,

Friends always seem to betray;

Never does a day go by

That, upon it, sorrow is not laid.

Promises always seem to get broken,

Faith always seems to die;

Why is it

That these things just seem to arise?

Joy always seems to get smashed,

Hope always seems to become waylaid;

I truly wish

That this was not the case.

Though these things

Are never-ending,

We must keep on

Loving.

We must keep the faith,

We must hold on tight

To our friendships and promises,

And always look towards light.

If peace and hope are not in the hearts

Of the ones who wish for them,

How can they expect these virtues

To become common in the hearts of men?