An ode to the joys and pitfalls of hope.

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I hope you are hopeful
‘Cause I, I am doubtful
That any of it does any good
Sometimes it’s just eaiser
To grieve with St. Peter
Some things are not understood

Sometimes all you have to hold is hope
Losing every sense of scale and scope
Do you care
If you err?

I have fulfilled my dreams
It’s not great like it seems
In fact, it feels much the same
That voice keeps on talking
And doom keeps on knocking
I found I still burned in the flame

Sometimes all you have to hold is hope
Losing every sense of scale and scope
Do you care
If you err?

I want hope to
Let go for you

I hope you are hopeful
It may be a mouthful
And maybe it’s hard to see
‘Cause hope it can break you
Undo and unmake you
As you burn and bleed hopefully

Sometimes all you have to hold is hope
Losing every sense of scale and scope
Do you care
If you err?
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