I’m done with the same old thing, I’m done with being tired.
I’m done with pretending,
But I’m not done with hope, I’m ready for hope,
I’m ready for change, I’m dying for change.
I would too,
I would die for change,
I would die for change if it meant no one else would lose hope under the weight of pretending, Pretending to have hope in someday being hopeless.
Hopeless is the worst thing that could feel, Feel like there is nothing we can do but watch,
Watch ourselves, eachother, fade back into stagnant silence, Silence designed to keep us hopeless.
We have to hope,
We have to hope for change,
We have to hope so we can change,
We have to hope so we can rip through the hopeless silence, Deafening, Hopeless, Silence.
We have to hope to live in a more hopeful world, A world that hopes for Peace,
A world that hopes for Justice, A world that hopes for Love.
When the sound of hope drowns out to silence of pretending everything is fine, That is the moment we can finally rise.
I refuse to be tired.
I refuse to pretend.
I refuse to be stagnant.
I refuse to be silent.
I refuse to lose hope in a world full of hope
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