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!