| In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons
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| And in hope I grind my knees into the floor
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| Praying that he’ll never have to feel the pain I have felt
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| Walking through glass ignorant pain in my feet
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| His sweet little hands, innocent face so unaware of what lies in waiting
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| In hope, there will be forever waiting for you
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| And in hope you’ll never look back and hate these days I’ve held your hands
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| Falling away
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| Changing each day to his own fate until
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| I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy (repeat X1)
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| In hope there’s an answer
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| And in hope I cry
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| But I am beaten still the same by this subtle game
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| As he breaks away, (As he)
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| I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline
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| These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares
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| This fate laid out in my hands unatoned I descend into my
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| Own decision
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| In hope
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| In hope
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| In hope, I can turn this page
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| Falling away, Changing each day to this own fate
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| When I feel him I go running on his own
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| Wait for something that more there is not |