HOPE

Lyrics

When the light is low I can feel it grow Like a reaching hand When the fevers rise And the noise has died From the preaching man When the skies forlorn And the fate had won It still keeps me out Reaching all I have When the light is low I can feel it grow Like a reaching hand When the fevers rise And the noise has died From the preaching man All the ghosts conjured Take away the hurt It makes the reaching hand Hope is the hardest to kill Hope is the hardest to kill It won't die It won't die until Reconciliate To face the blade That cuts you from From the reaching hand In the slightest glow I can feel it grow Like a reaching hand When the fevers rise And the voices cry For the preaching man There's a ray of light Gazing through my eyes Like a reaching hand Hope is the hardest to kill Hope is the hardest to kill It is kind And I'm one eye blind