We are happily a slave to it Ask yourself and tell me, am I wrong?
A feeling, that soothes the heart A feeling of assurance
In the most depressing situations do we need In the most ecstatic situations we inadvertently pray
A weak looks for strength with it A fool knows the value of it
Helps us, it's a drug that we all need Living without, a moral crime
How is it that we miss understanding The “basic needs” needs an addition
And that my friend, is hope!
-D