Heaving shines down upon its desire
But I have no heaven to pray
Nothing but an eternal hope
A hope that seem to take me to unusual places
In A place a met a girl
A hope that seem to have appear alive
Alive like the weeping baby
That was brought to this world by it adoring mother
But time past and things change
And the hope that
Lived with in her from me beginnings to lightens
And I recognize that hope is nothing but a gable
So I walk with hope, but no confidence
