Prisoner of Hope

Prisoner Of Hope Smiling is what I do best Regardless the view of a beast I fail not to smile,embracing the beauty The beauty of hope arising within me, despite the situations I know They sure shall bow For I am more than a conquer And that is not just a scripture Paul wrote But the very truth,like an athlete I walk on a rope Certain I won't fall due to excistance of my hope I am a prisoner of Hope For I can do all things through Christ In the winter woods I sheever to death Yet I feel warmth In the super low below 24 degrees celcius I just hope regardless the beast of the I see Beauty will come out of it More like beauty and the beast I am a prisoner of Hope Smiling is what I do best Hoping is what I do first Despite the existance of the winter woods Jesus heals all wounds For I know we will get there Being the body of I am Within us shall arise the best We shal rise like bread with yeast But our raising agent is Hope For we are prisoners of Hope