Hope, for me, is a place uncharted and extremely over grown. 
The world, it has chilled me, 
Frozen my very soul. 

My little hope bird, it is gone 
Forbidden and forewarned. 
All my faith and trust, 
It flew away in the storm. 

The fire, it can not warm me, 
I do not feel the cold, 
The sun doesn't shine, 
My heart is numb. 

And this is why, 
My hope bird has died. 
Because the world has chilled me, 
My heart can not ache, 
Nor can it break. 

The lie of a life 
I'm suppose to live, 
But, no one can give 
An explanation. 
So I ask, Why? 

Why do we need 
To belong in a group? 
Why can't I be me? 

So this is why 
Hope for me is a place uncharted, 
And my hope bird is gone. 
I hope you understand...