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
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
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
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