I keep looking back over my shoulder
Waiting for someone to call out
But there's only silence.

I keep looking back over my shoulder
Wondering when the other shoe will drop
But there's only silence.

I keep looking back over my shoulder
As if the next time there'll be a different view
But there's no change.

I keep looking back over my shoulder
Because I keep hoping to catch a glimpse
Of hope for my future in my past.

But my scars have healed.
It's only my finger tips
That can feel the memory of the pain.

If only I could keep looking forward,
I'd see my footsteps leading my way
From the darkened alleys of the past
To the brightly lit highways of the future.

It's time to drop the hope to find hope
Somewhere behind me
And just live

Without looking back over my shoulder.

That's the real hope.