Sometimes there is hope
Sometimes there is none
Sometimes I know how to cope
Sometimes I'm blinded by the sun
Often there is no hope
Often I wish I could stop to exist
Often I don't know how to cope
Often I'm lost in the mist
But somtimes there is a spark of hope
A friend's embraze turns me to the light
She holds me and I know I can cope
For a moment, I don't have to fight
It's sad that in this world, there is so little hope
It makes me sad that I so often want to run
But it's a good thing that my friend helps me to cope
It's a good thing that her embraze turns me to the sun
*Voor een hele goede vriendin, hoop dat ze ooit zal weten hoeveel ze werkelijk voor me betekend*