When the thing you always dreamed for is lost
I can understand how one would feel
the pain that dwells inside the heart
and the tears of misery rolling down the eyes
when every breath is full of sighs
I can understand.
The agony grew in me too
but the only thing that holds me is hope
the hope that makes me remember what I can endure
yes, its the hope that gives me strength
and I know its only hope that can make you strong.
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