High Hopes
Soul singed and burnt nerves,
Beer batter and deep fry hopes.
Deluge of sorrows, flood of fears
Wipe those tears, have dry hopes.
Walk through the shadow of doubt
Climb a mountain, touch the sky hopes.
You stomp on my dreams,
But you won’t crush my hopes.
The sky won’t fall today,
Held up by so many high hopes
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