Little Hopes

The pain of not knowing
Something you wish for
Is a tale so old
Its boring to miss for

How can you know
The thing you desire
If its never been held
That makes you a liar

Cling we do
To these small hopes
Wind them up
And cast like ropes

Romance is dead
Is what we'd believe
But that little hope
Refuses to leave

Its true its boring
But it lifts the heart
So by holding those hopes
We're making a start