Hope can be illusive
One minute hope is present. The next, it's gone. And you wonder - will you ever get it back?
When I feel hopeless, I look to the sky
and see how beautiful and big the world is.
I look to the waters
and imagine how lovely it must be to float.
Hope will always return.
When I feel hopeless, I look to the sky
and see how beautiful and big the world is.
I look to the waters
and imagine how lovely it must be to float.
Hope will always return.