Hope
F C Em Am
Warm is the weather beating down on us
When searching for shade at the edge of the glade
What you hope to find, what you will not see,
Is a path at the edge of insanity
Suddenly your taken no relation to me
The brighter it gets the more i can see
The rope will not bind when we’re lost at sea
cause the cuts that you make will set me free
I will not jump or fall away
cleaver
you have no over over me
A work in progress
(C)2017 J. Canales
WRITTEN APR 5, 2017
EDITED APR 5, 2017
(C)2017 J. Canales
WRITTEN APR 5, 2017
EDITED APR 5, 2017
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