VI. Hope

This isn’t me
I never asked to feel this way
And I can never justify
Why every dream has to hide
The morning’s coming
So now we’re falling
In and out of words we’ve said
In and out of dreams we’ve let die
We live a dying dream
I live a dying dream
When the morning comes, we’ll curse the sun
We live a dying dream
I live a dying dream
If morning never comes
We’ve won
But we don’t stand a chance
The coming dawn kills romance
We’ll pray for darkness
So our nights are endless
Now every word is bringing
Our time near its ending
I know that we’re the only
I know that we’re the lonely ones
That hope someone feels this way
So that we can share our pain
Is anybody hearing, is anybody with us?
Because, this isn’t me
I never asked to feel this way
Time is running out
On the days that I’ve lost count
And now I’m falling
Our morning’s coming
I’ll take back every word I’ve said
Reaching for our dreams again
I need a show of hands
To see who’s with me
Is anybody listening?
Who lies awake at night
Wishing for a dream before dawn’s light?
Who’s alone in the darkness? Whose nights are endless?
Who lies awake at night
Knowing that this dream dies in daylight?
Is anyone listing to every breath?
We live a dying dream, this is our dying dream
One last chance
With every breath
We live a dying dream