Sometimes when I sit and stare into space I hope one day it will change. I dont how or why or when, but I know you cant take it away.
If just for one day I did get a taste, would I have the strength to go back When I dont know how my life will turn out? Still its worth a fight.
Clinging on to every hope and every dream, hoping it will make my meaning What if the dreaming dies, do I remember the most important fight?
Sometimes when I sit and stare into space I hope one day it will change. I dont how or why or when, but I know you cant take it away.