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?