In Hope
by Boy Sets Fire· from The Day the Sun Went Out
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 of the pain in my feet / His sweet little 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 hand
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 just 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 mould into nightmares This fate laid out in my hands / Unatoned I descend into my own indecision /In hope I can turn this page /Falling away, changing each day to his own fate / When I feel him go running on his own Wait for something more there is not