I Still Hope
My hope doesn't die
even if point's lost,
And I don't know why,
Dream is turned in pale ghost.
It is still alive
when my love is no more,
My heart is beehive
with a cold metal core.
When faith goes away,
When I'm really upset,
When I cannot pray,
But my hope is not dead.
It lives in my cry,
It's like potion, like dope,
My hope cannot die,
I still hope, I still hope...
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2018
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