Hope is a strange thing. Cuts you one day, keeps you alive the next. Drags you through years you never get back, but somehow keeps your feet movin. I’ve lost time… but maybe I’d have lost myself without it. I held on too long Hoping change would come Poured years into dreams That never woke up once Spent money I needed Bet on what never came But hope kept whispering softly Like it knew my name It kept me going When the road turned cold But every mile behind me Feels a little too old Hope can hurt Hope can heal Hope can take More than it will ever give back But it keeps my heart From turning dark And I still believe Each sunrise is a new start I wasted some seasons Waiting for the tide Thinking one more sunrise Might turn the world on its side But without that fire Burning under my ribs I might have laid down And never tried to live Hope don’t promise It never signs its name But it gets you out of bed Even when nothing changed Hope can hurt Hope can heal Hope can take More than it will ever give back But it keeps my heart From turning dark And I still believe Each sunrise is a new start... Maybe I held on too long Maybe I stayed too late But without a spark inside me Man, what would take its place Hope ain’t a savior But it’s the fire I keep A quiet little flame That won’t let me sleep Hope never gave me the ending I wanted But it kept me moving And that counts for something Maybe more than I ever knew
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