When Hope Is Not Lost
I hold onto my words, not losing faith...
I was alone in my bedroom, hearing the sound of a flood,
Letting it flow down, dripping like blood.
As it sounds like a wave, pulling me down to my grave,
Feels like I'm drowning in a river, as every part of my body shivers.
All hope is lost! Not yet!
...
I was alone in my bedroom, hearing the sound of a flood,
Letting it flow down, dripping like blood.
As it sounds like a wave, pulling me down to my grave,
Feels like I'm drowning in a river, as every part of my body shivers.
All hope is lost! Not yet!
...