In the frosty of an ancient first light
That lazily lingers on;
Love, will give you hopes
In the middle of an intense storm
That trees you tattered and worn;
Love, will give you hopes
Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you believe there's not anything missing to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…
Love, will give you hopes.
When your heart begins to break
And you think, "No more can I take, "
Love, will give you hopes..
When need outweighs your means
And you have not anything left but dreams;
Love, will give you hopes.
Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you feel there's not anything left to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…
Love, will give you hopes
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