Hopeful Souls
Hope made me go for Pope,
I had to cope with the belief,
Long before I heard \'bout drugs
Did I do coke? No.
Bottle and a little smoke, a lot,
Was dope—but was that hope?
No. Home is where hope is,
Pope knows home.
Grab his rope to lead me,
From roam I get home,
And it is hope I find.
Hopeful souls, in hope aligned.