Little Voice of Hope

You know how much I hurt you,
How easily it is for me to make you cry.
But you're still hanging around, aren't you?
And I still can't fathom a reason why.

So every time things change like this,
You wonder why I still hold on.
And even though there's so many protests,
My little voice of hope isn't yet gone.

Because you must still care, I know you do;
It's hard to let go of how we feel.
This little voice holds tight to that idea,
And works so hard on turning that fallacy into something real.

Because you're still here, you haven't yet left me at all,
So I might have done something right.
And my little voice of hope won't let go of that,
It keeps me going in this long, daunting fight.

So even though you fade away some times,
I know in the end you're still always near.
You never stray too far away,
And my hope says you'll always be here.

So if you keep coming back,
Maybe I'm not that filler in between after all.
Hope says they're just all between me in the end,
And that's why I'm still here to catch your fall.

So every time things change like this,
You wonder why I still hold on to such a fraying rope.
Even though there's so many protests, so much against it,
The one thing that just isn't gone yet is that little voice of hope.