Treasure Island

Ashley Genocide

(León - Spain)

When hope is all you've got


you took everything from me
everything you could take, you took it off
but you forgot to take something from me
my hope! you can't take it from me
cos you don't even know i have it
but yes, i do
my hope never dies

my soul may be naked under the bridge
but my hope shines so bright
in such a powerfull way no one can destruct

when hope is all you've got
you can reach the stars
you can lye on the grass
and forgot about all the lies
you can dream your dreams become real

in the end,
you may have not reached a thing
but you still have something
you still have hope


even in the hardest moments in your life
when you think everyone's gone
when everything disappeared
and you think you are all alone
you still have hope
in that place where there was a heart before
and now there'r just an empty hole


when hope is all you've got
you can reach the stars
you can lye on the grass
and forgot about all the lies
you can dream your dreams are real

Submitted: Thursday, May 06, 2010

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