In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons And in hope I grind my knees into the floor Praying that he'll never have to feel the pain I have felt
Walking through glass ignorant pain in my feet His little sweet hands, innocent face so unaware of what lies in waiting In hope, there will be forever waiting for you In hope you'll never look back and hate these days I've held your hands Falling away Changing each day to his own fate until I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy In hope there's an answer And in hope I cry But I am beaten still the same by this subtle game As he breaks away
I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares This fate laid out in my hands unatoned I descend into my Own decision In hope I can turn this page Falling away Changing each day to this own fate When I feel him I go running on his own Wait for something that more there is not.
