hope
What ever comes around
there will always be a sound
In which it will be told
and then it might be sold
The hope that we hold
will never get old
with dreams of tomorrow
is always going to follow
it will follow us from time to time
with in this thing i call a rhyme
there will always be a sound
In which it will be told
and then it might be sold
The hope that we hold
will never get old
with dreams of tomorrow
is always going to follow
it will follow us from time to time
with in this thing i call a rhyme