Hope's not buried yet

It was on a dreary night of November that we beheld the beginning of our task
Being more than peers, less than what we dreamed,
Another way to think, to see and fall our masks,
Another idea of what life could have been, the only time of all I haven't had to scream.
The hopes we'd write about, and all those silly things
That had the great power to give me back my wings,
We worked out to make them all real,
To know what our gaps were, or maybe just to Feel.

Were we just like children, waiting for our fairies ?
The stories you told me, my only source of cheers,
Were we truly hoping for a new Neverland ?
The reason why I still can feel the sea and sand.
Maybe I should have known, maybe elders should always guess,
I shall have seen our fall, and not only our rise
Maybe I'm a dreamer, but I do not care less
I have always wanted to overwhelm your pride.

So much time has yet passed, so many things are gone,
You couldn't imagine how much I've come cold,
Regrets and tears can't ever be measured,
And my dead chilling heart, will not ever be cured.
We used to say we'd always walk together,
Never letting one go, advancing hand in hand,
You promised me it'd last forever,
Now I clearly see the end.

See little brother, I've learned how to grieve,
I don't know what freedom is, I can only believe,
And wish your reddish storms could stay inside your veins.
I'm still hoping for you to find peace - no more pain.
I know well that "forgive" is just not like" forget",
Still I want you to know that Hope's not buried yet...