Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
...
this cycle or hurt, this cycle of pain
my mind says its different but my heart knows its the same
I'm left helpless, cracking from stress
pressure from all sides, not given a rest
...
I found my shoebox
of letters and dreams
sent by a friend
or so it seems
...
when the night burns into day
and the sun begins to shine
the promise of your love
never lingering behind
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Its being misunderstood, people making you out as someone you are not.
Its feeling lonely, with no one to talk to.
Its feeling angered, emotions boiling.
Its being lost, not knowing what to do.
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Like a wolf that howls at the moonlit skies
I beseech you to remove her from my eyes
And remove from me the sweet madness of love
As the wolf howls at the skies above.
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The heart's thumping, goes insane
Inside's crazy, short circuited brain
Lungs are failing, breathe is drained
Not feeling as if I'm sane
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What am I supposed to do
With every thing concerning you
What am I supposed to say
Will you help me find my way
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There are weeks that are draining.
There are weeks which are filling.
And there are weeks you feel in between
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