Friend
Hope was once a kinder friend
Once upon a dream I think
But she led us to trust a lie
AWOL she left us on the brink
Perhaps our vision was just blinded
A device she used most often
Her deep blue eyes though deceiving
Allowed our hearts to soften
But once she’d taken all she wished
She left without a word
And never can I explain to you
The pain of that sharp sword
Destruction rises, but we laugh
What else but death can harm us?
Are only companion left our heart
She the only one who knew us
Hope broke all windows; all escapes
We’ll never leave this place of dread
We’ll never have the joys of ignorance
Until of course we’re dead.
Broken glass along the road;
Shards of mirrored lies
Images once held eternal
Shattered on the ground now lays
Murder my soul or murder my body
What difference does it make?
If all you dream are nightmares
What life do you create?
Hope abandoned us who loved her
And trusted are very hearts
And without our twisted friend
We cant hope any healing will start
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