Hope is an invisible thread to nowhere
like walking through life with lead-lined boots.
There is no song to lift my spirits
my foundations are weak.
The cement is mixed wrong, it’s dry, ready to crumble
I don’t believe in tomorrow
there is no surprise waiting around the corner.
The gate is closed firmly behind me
there is no turning back.
I let the trials break my life, and I have nothing left.
My heart is too soft, I let myself be walked on.
I step inside a gipsy booth, reason escapes me
I am walking blind. I placed a silver dollar on her table
her voice is soft. Cards laid out, a mystery to me
I listen as she speaks. You have let too many people
take pieces of your life.
Your revenge was not sweet, it left your heart empty,
a river running dry.
There is time to show mercy, so you too can receive.
Start your life over, let hope carry you forward