Hope that hope

Hope is such a beautiful thing

Swelling forth, its bright brass eyes

Beaded and starred and light.

Hope is such a wonderful thing

As it washes upon the shore

Well washed, well worn, bedraggled.

For this is the way it is,

In a world that beats so true,

And live and hard and unforgiven.

There is nothing for nothing but

Everything for you if you ask

If you hold on to you.

And this is what it is

This is how it is

This is the world drenched you.

Yes you're dead and reborn and

Died and revived and

Choked and drowned and renewed.

Yet you live, yes you live

And that blue skied glory

Lives with you. It lives with you.