A New Hope

3.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Praying to the lord up there to prevent of walking against obstacles like this. Comments from hell were nothing but meaningless reactions. Those who don't care seem to care the most when I'm done. You should know, I'm walking into dead.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Never expected that I'd underestimate my love for you. Seeking for faceless dreams full of insanity. Foolish little lies, fake me at night. The only answering cure the urge I can't deny. These feelings so small are just nothing to your warmthless stone.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I act like they aren't even there, but my head is screaming me to show the opposite. I just can't get it over with, this senseless part that you took away from me. Now these cells are gone just like your sweetest soul on Earth.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. One day I'll lose this fight, just like the light behind my eyes. As we remember our dance in the black just to allow ourselves to creep out the danger of our loss. I'll say goodbye to you once more, but never letting this go.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I'm sorry that things end this way. If you'd promised not to cry, than I'd tell you just what I would say if I could be with you tonight. I fell and faded in the dark, with the only light, the light you got inside of your heart. But now my view is paralized.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. You were my burning pride. These meaningless ways of trying to get into your kingdom where days pass by in happiness. Coldness found me on the highway, sitting on the road. Prey to the case of emergency, dear bible of Christ.

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...