A New Hope

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To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Lady, oh lovely lady, please hear me out now Satan isn't watching anymore. Just a second ago things seem to reveal the identity of reality, but now it's just a nightmare I want to wake up from. Fantasy is taking me over everytime I realise you're gone.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Sunrise was waking me up last night. I got drunk of my sadness, drinking it's seeds. A fearless soul filled with fears. Tomorrow should be fine till I open my eyes, seeing the moon crying. Now you're under her lead, take care of her, Lady Moon.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Voices were the scenes we watched on the silver screen, listening to things we don't want to hear out. Lost in the shadows of the unknown enemy. The knights of 'em are comming, hide me.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Pain shot trough my head when I recognised you on the photo, hanging on the useless wall. Wishing your phone number would call, but it's too late I thought. You're gone and I lost it all. My mind took off, no one seems to care. Wanted you here.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Repesending us as how we were, beautiful and fragile. I don't doubt about the forgotten fact that hatred and love are nothing but close. So, what? What are we, my dear above in the sky? Were we hatred that loved or were we love that hated?

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. 'Causing the world of us to collide. Always side by side, wandering the Earth like none of us ever would. Say me again, does a smile truly fade when it's freezing outside or am I dreaming? My eyelids show me you're here while the world screams you are no more.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Spend a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope...