we the hopeful

we the hopeful, we the dreamers
we the poets, always screaming
why should we hope, and why should we sleep
when our dreams are just promises we cant keep
and how many tales do we have to chase
we catch one and then wonder how others would taste
cause its never enough, all or nothing we sing
and more often than not its nothing we bring
and we breathe and we whisper our fears late at night
and we sin through the day, keep our consciences quiet
we will never be loved, or love others like we
wish that we could be loved, they deserve more than me
raise my glass drop the ball and with shining eyes gaze
at the sky cause down here things will still be the same
cause the curse of the hopeful, the dreamers and poets
is voicing heartbreak cause its we who best know it