Hope is just a word,
hollow and empty.
Whispered prayers silently
echo between the distance
through us.
Late night conversations
reluctantly remembered,
I held the phone
as if it were your hand, wishing
as if it were true
wishing
as if dreams weighed less when shared.
hollow and empty.
Whispered prayers silently
echo between the distance
through us.
Late night conversations
reluctantly remembered,
I held the phone
as if it were your hand, wishing
as if it were true
wishing
as if dreams weighed less when shared.