So cruel, the loss of hopes I held most dear,
Over and over again, despite my attempts to steel myself,
To harden my heart.
Yet cruel hope springs up to entertain dreams of joy.
Then as it is dashed, it plunges me to despair, deep and dark.
The injustice of it angers me.
Why, when my heart could be so full of love,
Am I denied that which would receive it
And make it grow?
While others starve the ones around them,
Keeping all their care for themselves,
Why are those who need my love taken from me?
