Hope
He calls late at night, always something new to say
He asks for advice on what he should have done today
Lonely, and urning for some sort of guide way
The question arises 'why do i walk the lonely road away?'
Nothing in sight for the path that i had to take
But behold a spark of light at the end for his sake
Without this light there wouldnt have been anything but ache
The past cannot be changed
But the future remains
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