A New Hope

To your grave, I spoke
 Holding a red, red rose
 Gusts of freezing cold air
 Whispers to me, that you are gone
 Always, always asking questions whay
 My life is overrated but I
 Never, never expected that I'd
 Underestimated my love for you
 To your grave, I spoke
 Holding a red, red rose
 Gusts of freezing cold air
 Whispers to me, you are gone
 
 Always, always just out of reach from my
 Over-frustrated, shameful hands
 And I never, never expected that I
 Would ever, no never, take for granted our precious time
 To your grave, I spoke
 Holding a red, red rose
 Gusts of freezing cold air
 Whispers to me you're gone
 Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
 I guess I'll spend another lifetime
 Searching for a new hope
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 To your grave, I spoke
 Holding a red, red rose
 Gusts of freezing cold air
 Whispers to me you're gone
 Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
 I guess I'll spend another lifetime
 Searching for a new hope
 A new hope
 A new hope
 A new hope
 A new hope
 A new hope