Here i stand alone
hope bright sun
and sometimes the sound of birds
makes me smile
this speck of hope
i still hold tight now
just one time now
like a shadow of light falling
there is still a shadow of my hope now
first person in my dreams
without throwing a bit of sadness
her warm hand handheld
in the dark night I ask the psychic
what should I do
if i should cry
or pleaded for her return
just like a friday night
there are only a small child cries
headstone broken finger around
and the blood of the full moon
or should I say
like the story of jack and sally
just hope without ever met
forever
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