when I was young
i was told a thousand stories
of a world of love
and all the painful memories

i couldn’t see the world
behind the stained glass walls I knew
the things that I was taught
didn’t match up with the truth
and right before my eyes
a life was being lived
begging me to let them in  

there’s a world of blues
and painted skies
the distant sound of lullabies
of orphans in their beds
crying out for a better life

and there’s mountains to climb
and there’s people to love  
and there’s hearts filled with something
you've only scratched the surface of
and that's hope