Where does my joy lay?

Did it blow away with the wind?

Wash away by the waves?

And my strenght?

Perhaps it got crushed by a rock,

or was it long ago overpowered by weakness?

When did courage leave me?

For it seems to now be residing in others

Hope?

It has been a while since I last heard of her

I was told she stayed the longest,

yet she was the first to abandon me

But,

 rendering me speechless is will

For he still stands by me,

cheering me on,

telling me to go find my inocence,

my strenght,

my hope and my courage,

to take them by the hand,

and lead them back to me