Hope is unborn memories

Untreatable disease

Broken ties are crashing in

around me

Home is supposed to be safe

If the futures on the take

Then these plans could hardly

count as fate

You were right


Hope is a mortal enemy

Its got me on my knees

Bound and gagged and

begging for mercy

Home is never far away

At the bottom of a grave

Left for dead and finally

found its place

You were right


Hope is knowing this won't last

That the memories will pass

And the future is all you'll ever have

Home destroyed by consequence

A means to finally end

Burn it out and let it live again

You were right


You were right to find your own way

Left behind I'll follow some day